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 was a tailor
Sewed my new bluejeans
Daddy was a gamblin' man
Down in New Orleans

Yeah, the one and only thing my father ever had
Was a suitcase and a trunk
Yeah, the one and only time my dad's satisfied
Is when he's on a drunk

So now, 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

In the house of the Rising Sun
In the house of the Rising Sun
In the house of the Rising Sun