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 And she sewed my new blue jeans And my father was a gambling man Way down in New Orleans Now the only thing a gambler needs Is a suitcase and a drum And the only time he'll be satisfied Is when he's on a drum Oh mothers, please tell your children Not to do what I have done Not to spend your lives in sin and misery In the house of the Rising Sun I've got one foot on the platform And the other foot on the train I'm going back to New Orleans To wear that bow and chain Now 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 And God, I know I'm one