There is a house in New Orleans they call the rising sun
it's beeen the ruin of many a poor boy in God I know I'm one
Mama was a taylor she sowed my old blue jeans and papa was a gambling man down in New Orleans
the only thing a gambler need is a suit case and a truck the only time he'll be astif fied is when he's on a drunk
So motheres tell your children don't do what I have done don't live your life in sin and misery in the house of the rising sun.
