There is a house in New OrleansThey call the rising sunand It's been the ruinof many a poor boyAnd God I know I'm oneMy mother was a tailorShe sewed my new blue jeansMy father was a gambling manDown in New OrleansOnly thing a gambling needsIs a suitcase and a trunkAnd the only timehe'll be satisfiedIs when he's all drunkOh mother tell your childrennot to dowhat I have donespend your lives in sin and miseryin the house of rising sunWell I've got one footon the platformthe other foot on the trainI'm going back to new Orleansto wear that ball and chainwell there is a house in New Orleansthey call the rising sunand It's been the ruinof many a poor boyAnd God I know I'm one