There is a house in New Orlean. They call the 'rising sun'. And it's been the ruin of many young poor boys. And God I know I'm one. My mother ... was a Taylor. She sewed my new blue jeans. My father was a gamblin' man. Down in New Orleans. Oh mother! Tell your children. Not to do what I have done. Spend your life in a Rock & Roll band. Play 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 young poor boys. And God I know I'm one