There is a house in New Orleans   They call the Rising Sun   And it's been the ruin of many poor boy   And God I know I'm one      My mother was a tailor   She sewed my new blue jeans   My father was a gamblin' man   Down in New Orleans      Now the only thing a gambler needs   Is a suitcase and trunk   And the only time he's satisfied   Is when he's on a drunk      Oh mother tell your children   Not to do what I have done   Spend your lives 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 goin' back to New Orleans   To wear that ball and chain