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
well my mother she was a tailor
and she sewed my new blue jeans
and my father he was a gamblin' man
living way down in new orleans
well the only thing every gambler needs
is a suitcase
suitcase and a trunk
the only time ever see him satisfied
it is when he's high on drunk
so mother
please tell all the children
not to do what i have done
please don't spend your lives in sin and misery
living in the house of the rising sun
i got one foot on the platform
and i've got my other foot on the train
looks like i'm goin' back to new orleans
to sway that ball and chain
well
there is a house in new orleans
they call it the rising sun
it's been the ruin of so many a poor boy
and god
well i know i'm one
yes
there is a house in new orleans
they call the rising sun