There is a house in New Orleans,
They call it 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

And the only thing a gambler needs
Is a suitcase and a [bad word] And the only time he is satisfied
Is when heґs down and [bad word] 
So mother tell your children
Not to do what I have done
Spend your lives in sin and misery
In the House of a Rising sun

Well I’ve got one foot on the platform
The other foot on the train
I’m going back to New Orleans
To wear that ball and chain

There is a house in New Orleans,
They call it Rising Sun.