There is a house in New Orleans They call the Rising Sun And it's been the ruin Of many young poor boys 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 It's a sweet girl and his wine And the only time he'll be satisfied Is when he is drunk. Mothers tell your children Not to do what I have done Spend your life in sin and misery In the House of the Rising Sun. There's a house in New Orleans They call the Rising Sun And it's been the ruin Of many young poor boys And God I know I'm one.
