There is a house in New Orleans,

They call the Rising sun.

Well it's been the ruin of many a poor boy,

And God I know I'm one.



Oh MOTHER, tell your children,

Not to do what I have done.

You 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 a poor boy,

And God I know I'm one.