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 bluejeans
My father was a gamblin' man
Down in new orleans
Now 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 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
