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 My mother was a tailor So my new blue jeans My father was a gambling man down in New Orleans Now the only thing that a gambler needs is a suitcase and a trunk And the only time he's satisfied is when he's on 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 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 Well, I said God, I know I'm one Oh I said I'm one