There is a house in New Orleans 
They call the Rising Sun 
And it`s been the ruin of many a poor boy 
And God I know I`m one 
My mother was a tailor 
She sewed my new bluejeans 
My father was a gamblin` man 
Down in New Orleans 
Now the only thing a gambler needs 
Is a suitcase and trunk 
And the only time he`s satisfied 
Is when he`s on a drunk 
Oh mother tell your children 
Not to do what I have done 
Spend your lives in sin and misery 
In the House of the Rising Sun 
Well, I got one foot on the platform 
The other foot on the train 
I`m goin` back to New Orleans 
To wear that ball and chain 
Well, there is a house in New Orleans 
They call the Rising Sun 
And it`s been the ruin of many a poor boy 
And God I know I`m one