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 tailoress
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 trunk
And the only time, he'll be satisfied
Is when he's down and 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've got one foot on the platform
The other foot on the train
I'm going back to New Orleans
To wear that ball and chain
 
Well, there is a house in New Orleans
They call it the "Rising Sun"
And it's been the ruin of many a poor boy
And God, I know, I'm one