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 am 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 a trunk
And the only time
he's satisfied
Is when he's all 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
Now one foot on the platform
The other foot on the train
I'm going 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
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