He lives 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, my mother
Was a tailor
She sewed my new blue jeans
And my father
He was a gambling man
Way down in New Orleans
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh

Tell your children
Not to do what I have done
That's to spend your life
In sin and misery
In the house of the rising sun
Take me away from here
To New Orleans
To New Orleans
I've got one foot on that platform
And the other foot on the ground


On the train
And I'm going back
To New Orleans
To where that morning came from
Yes, I am
To New Orleans
To New Orleans
To New Orleans
To New Orleans
To New Orleans
To New Orleans

To New Orleans
To New Orleans

To New Orleans
To New Orleans
To New Orleans
To New Orleans
Go deep in New Orleans
Oh, there is a house in New Orleans
That they call the last in sight
Yes, the new
And it's made, yes, it's made for ruin
Of many a poor boy
And God
And I'm one
And I'm still one
Oh, there is a house in New Orleans
That they call the rising sun
And it's been the ruin of many a poor boy
And God, I know I'm one
Well, my mother was a tailor
She sewed my new blue jeans
And my father, he was a great tailor
A gambling man
Way down in New Orleans
Oh, it's made, yes, it's made for ruin
Of many a poor boy
And God, I know I'm one
Yes, I know I'm one
Yeah
I know I'm one