There is a house in New Orleans,
They call it Rising Sun.
And it´s been the ruin of many a poor boy,
And God, I know I´m one.
My mother was a tailores
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´ll be satisfied
Is when he´s down and 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
The other foot on the train.
I´m going back to New Orleans
To wear that ball and chain.
There is a house in New Orleans,
They call it Rising Sun.
And it´s been the ruin of many a poor boy,
And God, I know I´m one.