There is a house in New Orleans
They call the Rising Sun
And it's been [bad word] of many a poor girl
And God I know I'm one

My mother she's a tailor
She sews those new blue jeans
My father he's a gamblin' man
Down in New Orleans

Now the only thing a gambler needs
Is a suitcase and [bad word] And the only time he's ever satisfied
Is when he's on a [bad word] 
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

Oh mother tell your children
Not to do as I have done
Spend your lives in sin and misery
In the House of the Rising Sun

There is a house in New Orleans
They call the Rising Sun
And it's been [bad word] of many a poor girl
And God I know I'm one