There is a house in New Orleans, they call the Rising Sun And it's been the ruin of many a poor boy, in God I know I won My mother, she was a tailor, she stole my new jeans My daddy was a gaming man, down in New Orleans Well mother used to tell me to, not to do what I had done Don't spend, don't spend your life in sin and misery In the house of the Rising Sun In the house of the Rising Sun *