There is a house in New Orleans
They call the Rising Sun
And it's been throwing all midyear
Boys and God and you and I
Mother was a tailor
She sewed my new blue jeans
Father was a gambling man
Down in New Orleans The only thing
a gambler needs
Is a suitcase and a drink And the only time I'll be satisfied
Is when it's all a-drying
Mother tell your children
Not to do that I have done To spend your life in sins and misery
In a house of rising sun
There is a house in New Orleans
They call the Rising Sun