There is a house in New Orleans they call the Rising Sun And it's been the ruin of many poor boys and, Lord, I know I'm one My mama was a tailor; she sowed my new blue jeans My daddy was a gamblin' man down in New Orleans Now the only thing a gambler needs is the suitcase and the trunk And the only time he's satisfied is when he's on a drunk Oh mama, tell your children not to do what I have done Spend your life in sin and misery in a house of the Rising Sun There is a house in New Orleans they call the Rising Sun And it's been the ruin of many poor boys and, Lord, I know I'm one