There is a house in New Orleans
They call the Rising Sun
It's been the ruin of many a poor girl
And God, I know I'm one
My mother, she was a tailor
She sewed my new blue jeans
And my father was a gamblin' man
Way down in New Orleans
And the only thing that a gambler needs
Is a suitcase and a trunk
And the only time that he's satisfied
Is when he's on a drunk
Oh mothers, tell your children
Not to do what I have done
Live your life in sin and misery
In the House of the Rising Sun
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