There is a house in New Orleans
They call the Rising Sun
And it's been the ruin of many a girl
And God I know I'm one
My mother was a tailor
She sewed my new blue jeans
And my father was a gamblin' man
We down in New Orleans
Now the only thing a gambler needs
Is a suitcase and 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
And I got one foot on the platform
And the other foot on the train
And I'm goin' back to New Orleans
To wear that ball and chain
To wear that ball and chain
To wear that ball and chain
The lord only knows my name
We down in New Orleans