There is a house in New Orleans
They call the Ris-ing Sun
And it's been the ruin of many a poor boy
And God I know I'm one
My mo-ther was a tailor
She sewed my new blue jeans
My fa-ther was a gamb-ling man
Down in New Or- leans
Now the only thing a gamb-ler needs
Is a suit-case and trunk
And the only time he's satis- fied
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 Ris-ing Sun
Well, I got one foot on the platform
The other foot on the train
I'm going back to New Or- leans
To wear that ball and chain
Well, there is a house in New Or- leans
They call the Ris-ing Sun
And it's been the ruin of many a poor boy
And God I know I'm one