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
So mothers, tell your children
Not to do what I have done
Spend your life in sin and misery
In the house of the Rising Sun
I"ve got one foot on the platform
The other foot on the train
I"m going back to New Orleans
To wear the ball and chain
