There is a house in New Orleans
They call it the Rising Sun
It's been the ruin of many a poor boy
God, I know I'm one
My mother was a tailor
She sewed my new blue jeans
My father was a gamblin' man
Down in New Orleans
Down in New Orleans
The only thing a gambler needs
Is a suitcase and a trunk
The only time he's satisfied
Is when he's drunk
Is when he's drunk
Oh, mother, tell your children
Not to do what I have done
Spend your life un sin and misery
In the House of the Rising Sun
In the House of the Rising Sun
House of the Rising Sun was written by Traditional.