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