"There is a house in New Orleans
They call the Rising Sun
And it's been the ruin of many a poor boy
And God I know I'm one...
My mother was a tailor
sewed my new blue jeans,
My father was a gamblin' man
down in New Orleans.
Now the only thing a gambler needs
Is a suitcase and trunk,
And the only time he's satisfied
Is when he's all drunk.
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've 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..."