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 tailor,

She sewed my new bluejeans,

My father was a gamblin man,

Down in New Orleans.

Now the only thing a gambler needs,

Is a suitcase and gun,

And the only time that he is satisfied,

Is when he's on the run.

Oh mother tell your children,

Not to do what I have done,

Spend your life in sin and misery,

In the house of the Rising Sun.

Well I 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.

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.

Oh yeah!

Oh yeah!

[CC by syst3mfailur3x] [Updated April 11, 2011]