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, she was a tailor
She sewed my new blue jeans
My father, he was a gambling man
Way down in New Orleans

So, mother tell your children
Not to do as I have done
Go to spend your lives in sin and misery
In the House of the Rising Sun

I've got one foot on the platform
And the other foot on the train
I'm goin' back to New Orleans
To wear that ball-and-chain