There is
A house
In New Orleans
They call the Rising Sun
And it's been the ruin
Of many a poor boy
And Lord
I know
I'm one
My mother was
A tailor, boys
She sewed my old blue jeans
My daddy was
A gambling man
Way down
In New Orleans
I got one foot on
The platform, boys
The other
On that train
I'm going down
To New Orleans
To pull
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 Lord
I know
I'm one
In the house
Of the rising sun