There is a house in New Or-leans They call the Rising Sun It’s been the ruin of many a poor boy/girl And God I know I’m one My mother was a tailor She 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 gun And the only time he’s satisfied Is when he’s dead and gone Now Mother tell my sister Not to do what I have done Spend your life in sin and misery In the house of the Rising Sun With one foot on the platform And the other foot on the train I’m going back to New Orleans To wear that ball and chain I’m going back to New Orleans My race is almost run I’m going back to end my life In the house of the Rising Sun