Yeah. There is a house in New Orleans, they call the Rising Sun. And it's been the ruins of many a poor boy, and God, I know why. My mother was a jailor, she sued on your blue jeans. My father was a cameraman, way down in New Orleans. The only thing a counselor needs is a suitcase and a drug. And the only cure to keep him satisfied is when he's all a drug. Oh mother, tell your children not to do what I have done. Spend your life and sit down to eat in the house of the Rising Sun. I got one foot on the platform, the other on a train. I'm going back to New Orleans to swing that ball and chain. Yeah, there is a house in New Orleans, they call the Rising Sun. And it's been the ruins of many a poor boy, and God, I know why. Oh-ooh-ooh-ooh, oh-ooh-ooh-ooh, oh-ooh-ooh-ooh, oh-ooh-ooh, oh-ooh-ooh. Oh-ooh-ooh-ooh, oh-ooh-ooh-ooh, oh-ooh-ooh-ooh.