There is a house in New Orleans,
They call the Rising Sun,
And it's been the ruin of many poor boy,
And God, I know I'm one ...
Oh, Mother, tell your children
Not to do what I have done!
Oh yeah, spend your lives in sin and misery
In the house of the Rising Sun.
Well, there is a house in New Orleans,
They call the Rising Sun,
And it's been the ruin of many poor boy,
And God, I know I'm one ...