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