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 blue jeans My father was a gambling man Down in New Orleans

 

[great instrumental by Tony Rice!]

 

The only thing a gambler needs Is a suitcase and a trunk And the only time he's satisfied Is when he's on a drunk

 

Oh mothers, tell your children Don't do what I have done And spend your life in sin and misery In the 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 a poor boy And me, oh Lord, I'm one And me, oh Lord, I'm one