There is a house in New Orleans They call the rising sun And it's been the ruin Of many poor boys Lord I know I'm one My mother was a tailor Sew my old blue jeans My daddy was a gambling man In a town called New Orleans The only thing a gambler needs Is a suitcase and a trunk And the only he's satisfied Is when he's only drunk So mama tell your children Never do what I have done You live your life in pain and misery In the house of the rising sun I got one foot on the platform The other foot on the train And I'm going back to New Orleans To wear the ball and chain There is a house in New Orleans They call the rising sun Yea, we still got that old house in New Orleans That we call the rising sun Made a mess out of many old poor boys Only God knows I'm one