There is a house down in New Orleans
They call the
Rising Sun
And it's been the ruin for many,
poor boy
And me,
oh God,
I'm one
My mother was a tailor
She sewed these old blue jeans
My father was
a gambler, Lord
The
only thing
a gambler
needs Is a
suitcase and a trunk
And the only time
he's ever satisfied Is when
he's on
a drunk
Go
tell
my baby sister
Not to do the things I've done
But show me that house down in New Orleans
That they call the Rising Sun