In the house in New Orleans, they call the rising sunIt's been the ruin of many a poor boy, and God, I know I'm oneWell, my mother was a tailor, she sewed my new blue jeansAnd my father, he was a gamblin' man, way down in New OrleansOh, mother, tell your children not to do what I have doneThat's to spend your life in sin and misery in the house of the rising sunTake me away from hereI've got one foot on that platform, and the other foot on the trainAnd I'm going back to New Orleans, to where that bar isYes, I amYes, I amYes, I amYes, I amYes, I amYes, I amYes, I amIn the house in New Orleans, they call the rising sunIt's been the ruin of many a poor boy, and God, I know I'm oneAnd God, I know I'm oneAnd God, I know I'm oneIt's been the ruin of many a poor boy, and God, I know I'm oneAnd God, I know I'm oneAnd God, I know I'm one