There is a house in New Orleans
They call the Risin' Sun
And it's been the ruin of many a poor boy
And God I know I'm one

Well my mother was a tailor
She sewed my new blue jeans
And my father he was a gambling man
Way down in New Orleans

Oh mother, tell your children
Not to do what I have done
Not to spend your life in sin and misery
In the House of the Rising Sun

Well, 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

There is a house in New Orleans
That they call the Risin' Sun
And it's been the ruin of many a poor boy
And God I know I'm one

And it's been the ruin of many a poor boy
And God I know I'm one