There is a house in New They call the rising sun and been the ruin of many a poor boy and God I know I�m one My mother was a taylor she sewed my new blue- jeans my father was a gamblin� men Down in New Orleans Now only thing a gambler needs it�s a suitcase and a trunk and only time he�s satisfied is when he�s on a drunk Oh mother tell your children not to do what I have done spend your lives in sin and misery in the house of the rising sun Well, got a foot in the platform the other foot on train I�m goin� back to New Orleans to wear that ball and chain there is a house in New Orleans they call the Rising sun And been the ruin of many a poor and God I know I�m one