There is a house in New Orleans They call the rising sun And it's been the ruin of many a poor boy And God I know I'm one My mother was a tailor She sewed my new blue jeans My father was a gamblin' man Well, down in New Orleans Now the only thing a gambler needs Is a suitcase and a trunk And the only time he's satisfied Is when he's on a drunk Oh mother oh, tell your children Not to do what I have done Spend your life in sin and misery In the house of the rising sun Well, there is a house in New Orleans They call the rising sun Oh, and it's been the ruin of many a poor boy And God I know I'm one And it's been the ruin of many a poor boy And God, I know Well, I know I'm one