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 moma was a tailor
She sewed my new blue jeans

My father was a gamblin' man
Down in new orleans

And the only thing a gambler needs
Is a suitcase and trunk

And the only time he's satisfied
Is when he's on a drunk

So mothers tell your children
Not to do what I have done

Spend your lives in misery
In the House of the rising Sun