There is a house in New Orleans
They called the Rising Sun
And it's been [bad word] 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 gambling man
Down in New Orleans

Now the only thing a gambler needs
Is a suitcase and a [bad word] And the only time he's satisfied
Is when he's on a [bad word] 
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's a house in New Orleans
They called the Rising Sun
And it's been [bad word] for many a poor boy
And God I know I'm one