There is a house in New Orleans They call the Rising Sun And it's been the ruin of many a poor girl And God, I know I'm one My mother was a tailor She sewed my new blue jeans My father was a gambling man Down in New Orleans My mother was a tailor She sewed my new blue jeans Oh mother, tell your children Not to do what I have done Live your lives in sin and misery In the house of the Rising Sun I've got one foot on the platform And a foot on the train And 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 girl And God, I know I'm one My mother was a tailor She sewed my new blue jeans
