There is a house in New Orleans
They call The Rising Sun
And it's been the ruin of many other poor boys
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
And the only thing a gambler needs is
A suitcase and a trunk
And the only time he's satisfied
Is when he's all 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've got one foot on the platform
The other foot on the train
I am going 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 other poor boys
And God, I know, I'm one
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There is a house in New Orleans
They call The Rising Sun
And it's been the ruin of many other poor boys
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
And the only thing a gambler needs is
A suitcase and a trunk
And the only time he's satisfied
Is when he's all 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've got one foot on the platform
The other foot on the train
I am going 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 other poor boys
And God, I know, I'm one
They call The Rising Sun
And it's been the ruin of many other poor boys
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
And the only thing a gambler needs is
A suitcase and a trunk
And the only time he's satisfied
Is when he's all 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've got one foot on the platform
The other foot on the train
I am going 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 other poor boys
And God, I know, I'm one
Writer: Alan Price
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Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Anthem Entertainment, Reservoir Media Management, Inc., Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.