There is a house in New Orleans They call the Rising Sun And it's been the ruin of many young poor boys And God, I know I'm one My mother was a tailor She sewed my new blue jeans My father was a gambler Down in New Orleans The only thing a gambler needs Is a suitcase and a drum And the only time he feels satisfied Is when he's all done Oh mother, tell your children Not to do what I have done And spend your life in sin and misery In the house of the Rising Sun There is a house in New Orleans They call the Rising Sun And it's been the ruin of many young poor boys And God, I know I'm one