[Am]There is a [C]house in [D]New Or[F]leans they
[Am]call the [C]Rising [E]Sun and [E]it's
[Am]been the [C]ruin of [D]many a poor [F]boy and
[Am]God I [E]know I'm [Am]one [E]

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 on a drunk

He fills his glasses up to the brim
And push those cards around
The only pleasure he gets out of life
Is rambling from town to town

Now tell my baby sister
Not to do what I have done
But shun that house in New Orleans
They call the Rising Sun

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, I got one foot on the platform
The other foot on the train
I'm goin' back to New Orleans
To wear that ball and chain

Well, 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