There is a house in New Orleans. They call it The Rising Sun. And it's been the ruin of many other poor boys. 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. And the only thing a gambler needs is. A suitcase and a trunk. And the only time he'll be 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've got one foot on the platform. And the other foot on the train. I am going Back to New Orleans. to wear that ball and chain. There is a house in New Orleans. They call The Rising Sun. And it's been the ruin of many other poor boys. And god I know I'm one