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 Gamblin'
Man Down In New Orleans Now The Only
Thing A Gambler Needs Is A Suitcase And Trunk
And The Only Time He Is Satisfied Is When
He's On A Drunk Oh 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 Well, I 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 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