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, I got one foot on the platform
The other boot on the train
I'm going back to New Orleans
To wear that ball and chain
O, mother, tell your children
Not to do what I have done
Spend your lives in sin and misery
In the House of Rising Sun