In the house of the rising sun, where the river meets the sky
Echoes of the past begun. In the house of the rising sun
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 blue jeans
My father was a gambling 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 drug
Oh, mothers, tell your children not to do what I did
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 going 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