There is a house in New Orleans they call the Rising Sun   And it's been the ruin of many poor boys and Lord I know I'm one      My mother she was a taylor she sowed my new blue jeans   My father he was a gambler way down in New Orleans   The only thing a gambler needs is a suitcase and a trunk   And the only time he'll be satisfied is when he's all a drunk   There is a house in New Orleans...   [ dobro ]   Poor mother go tell all your children not to do what I have done   Spend your life in sin and misery in a house of the Rising Sun   Well I got one foot on the black farm the other foot on a train   I'm goin' back to New Orleans wear that ball and chain   There is a house in New Orleans...   Yes Lord I know I'm one