The True Rising Son

There is a house in New Orleans They call the rising sun And it's been the ruin of a 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 gamblin's man Down in New Orleans Now the only thing a gamblers needs Is a suitcase and trunk And the only time he's satisfied Is when he's all drunk Hi 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 Well, I got one foot on the platform The other foot on the train I'm goin' back to New Orleans To wear that ball and chain Well, 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.