There is a house in New Orleans

And it's been a ruin of many a poor boy

My mother was a tailor

She sewed my new bluejeans

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 that he's satisfied

Is when he's on a 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, there is a house in New Orleans

And it's been the ruin of many a poor boy