There is a house in New Orleans They call The Rising Sun And it's been the ruin of many other poor boys And god, I know, I'm one My mother was a tailor She sewed my new blue jeans My father was a gamblin' man Down in New Orleans 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 There is a house in New Orleans They call The Rising Sun And it's been the ruin of many other poor boys And god, I know, I'm one My mother was a tailor She sewed my new blue jeans My father was a gamblin' man Down in New Orleans