There Is A House In New OrleansThey Call The "Rising Sun"And It's Been The Ruin Of ManyA Poor BoyAnd God, I Know, I'm OneMy Mother Was A TailorShe Sewed My New Blue JeansMy Father Was A Gambling ManDown In New Orleans.Now The Only Thing A Gambler NeedsIs A Suitcase And A TrunkAnd The Only Time, He's Satisfied,Is When He's On A DrunkAm C E %Oh, Mother, Tell Your ChildrenNot To Do What I Have DoneSpend Your Lives In Sin And MiseryIn The House Of Rising SunWell, I Got One Foot On ThePlatformThe Other Foot On The TrainI'm Going Back To New OrleansTo Wear That Ball And ChainWell, There Is A House InNew OrleansThey Call The "Rising Sun"And It's Been The Ruin Of ManyA Poor BoyAnd God, I Know, I'm One
