Lyrics

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 mother was a tailor She sewed my new blue jeans My father was a gamblin' man Down in New Orleans Now the only thing a gambler needs Is a suitcase and trunk And the only time he's satisfied Is when he's all drunk Now you mothers, tell your children Not to do what I have done Spend your lives in sin and misery In The House of the Rising Sun