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 taylor She sewed my new blue-jeans My father was a gamblin' men Down in New Orleans Now the only thing a gambler needs It's a suitcase and a trunk And the only time he's satisfied Is when he's on a 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 got a foot in the platform The other foot on the train I'm goin black 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