There is a house in New Orleans
They call The Rising Sun
And it's been the ruin of manys a poor boy
And God, I know I'm one

My mother was a tailores
She sewed my new blue jeans
My father was a gambling man
Down in New Orleans

Now the only thing a gambler needs
Is a suitcase and a trunk
And the only time that he's satisfied
Is when he's down and drunk

So mothers tell, tell your children
Not to do what I have done, oh
Not to spend their lives in sin and misery
In the House of the Rising sun

I've got one foot on the platform
And another one on the train
I'm going home to New Orleans
To wear that ball and chain

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

Poor, poor boy, poor, poor boy
Poor, poor boy, poor, poor boy
Poor, poor boy, poor, poor boy
Poor, poor boy, poor, poor boy
Poor, poor boy, poor, poor boy