Oh there is a house in New Orleans.   They call the Rising Sun.   It's been the ruin of many young poor girls   And God I know I'm one.      My mother, she was a tailor, yeah yeah   She sewed my new blue jeans   My father, he was a gamblin man   Down in New Orleans.      I got one foot on the platform, yeah   The other foot on the train   I'm going back to New Orleans   To wear that ball and chain      Oh mother please tell your children, oh yeah   Not to do what I have done   Go and spend their lives in sin and misery   In the house of the Rising Sun.      Now the only thing a gambler needs   Is a suitcase and a trunk   And the only time he will be satisfied   Is when he's all drunk.      Oh there is a house in New Orleans.   They call the Rising Sun.   It's been the ruin of many young poor girls   And God I know I'm one.