There is a house in New Orleans They call the Rising Sun It's been the ruin of many a poor girl And me, oh Lord, I'm one My mother was a tailor She sewed my new blue jeans My father was a gamblin' man Down in New Orleans Well if I had listened to what my mother said I'd have been at home today But I was young and foolish, oh God Let a rambler lead me astray Oh mother tell your children Not to do what I have done Not to spend their lives in sin and misery In the House of the Rising Sun