There is a house in New orleans
They call the Rising Sun
And it been the ruin of many a poor boy
And God I know Im one
My mother was a tailor
Sewed my new blue jeans
My father was a gambling man
And down in New orleans
Now the only thing he ever had
Was suitcase & a trunk
Now the only time hes satisfied
Is when hes on a drunk
Oh , mother tell your children
Not do what I have done
Spend your life , sin in Misery
And down in New orleans
One foot on the platform
The other foot in the train
Im going back to New orleans
To wear the ball with chain
There is a house in New orleans
They call the Rising Sun
And it been the ruin of many a poor boy
And God I know Im one
They call the Rising Sun
And it been the ruin of many a poor boy
And God I know Im one
My mother was a tailor
Sewed my new blue jeans
My father was a gambling man
And down in New orleans
Now the only thing he ever had
Was suitcase & a trunk
Now the only time hes satisfied
Is when hes on a drunk
Oh , mother tell your children
Not do what I have done
Spend your life , sin in Misery
And down in New orleans
One foot on the platform
The other foot in the train
Im going back to New orleans
To wear the ball with chain
There is a house in New orleans
They call the Rising Sun
And it been the ruin of many a poor boy
And God I know Im one
