There is a house in New Orleans
They call the rising sun
It's been the ruin of many a poor boy
And God I know I'm one
Well, my mother was a tailor
She sewed my new blue jeans
And my father he was a gamblin' man
Way down in New Orleans
Oh mother tell your children
Not to do what I have done
That's to spend your life in sin and misery
In the house of the rising sun
Take me away from here
I've got one foot on that platform
And the other foot on the train
And I'm going back to New Orleans
To wear that ball and chain
Yes I am!
Oh there is a house in New Orleans
That they call the rising sun (yes, they do)
And it's been a ruin of many a poor boy (yes, it's been)
And God I know I'm one
And God I know I'm one
And it's been a ruin of many a poor boy (yes, it's been)
And God I know I'm one
Yes I know I'm one
