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
she sewed my new blue jeans
my father was a gambling man
down in New Orleans

the only thing a gambler needs
is a suitcase and a trunk
and the only time he’s satisfied
is when he’s on a drunk

oh mothers, tell your children
don’t do what I have done
and spend your life in sin and misery
in the house of the rising sun

there is a house in New Orleans
they call the rising sun
and it’s been the ruin of many a poor boy
and me, oh lord, I’m one
and me, oh lord, I’m one