There is a house in New Orleans

They call the Rising Sun

Well it's been the ruin of many poor boy

And God, I know I'm one



Oh, Mother, tell your children 

Not to do what I have done

Oh yeah, spend your lives in sin and misery

In the house of the Rising Sun 



Well, there is a house in New Orleans

They call the Rising Sun

And it's been the ruin of many poor boy

And God, I know I'm one