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 knows I'm one
My mother was a tailor
she sewed my new blue jeans
my papa was a gambling man
down in New Orleans
The only thing a gambler needs
a suitcase and a trunk
and the only time he is satisfied
is when he's on a drunk
I got one foot on the platform now
and another foot on the train
I'm going back to New Orleans
to wear this ball and chain
So mothers, tell your children
not to do what I have done
and spend your life in sin and misery
in the house of the Rising Sun
He will rise
He will wise this time
He will rise, they prophesize
well he rises, light does
every day
every day
and I said
There is a house in New Orleans
they call the Rising Sun
and it's been the ruin
of many a poor, poor boy
and god knows I'm one
and god, he
and god, he knows I'm one
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