There is a house in New Orleans they call the Rising Sun,
It's been the ruin of many poor boys and, Lord, I know I'm one.
My mama was a tailor; she sewed my new blue jeans.
My daddy was a gamblin' man down in New Orleans
Now the only thing a gambler needs is the suitcase and the trunk
And the only time he's satisfied is when he's on a drunk.
Oh, mama tell your children not to do what I have done,
Spend your life in sin and misery in a house of the Rising Sun.
There is a house in New Orleans they call the Rising Sun
It's been the ruin of many poor boys and, Lord, I know I'm one.