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,
She sold 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 a drum.
And the only time he'll be satisfied
Is when he's on the drum.

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, it one foot on the platform
The other foot on the train
I'm goin' back to new orleans
To wear 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 god i know i'm one.

See also:
JustSomeLyrics
111
111.51
Santa Sabina Ecos de la Piel Lyrics
Monoxide Child Evil Lyrics