Lyrics：Alan Price
Music：Alan Price
Arranger：Donald Ashley
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
My mother was a tailor
She sew my new blue jeans
And my father was a gambling man
Down in New Orleans
And the only thing a gambler needs
Is a suitcase and a 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 life sincere in misery
In the house of the Rising Sun
I got one foot on the platform
And the other on the train
I'm going back to New Orleans
To wear the ball and chain
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