« 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 on a drunk.

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.

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. »