Originally performed by Animals

There is a house in New Orleans,
They call the "Rising Sun",
It's been the ruin of many a poor girl,
And God, I know, I'm one

My mother was a tailor,
She sewed those new blue jeans,
my husbend he's a gambling man,
drinks down in New Orleans

My husbend in a gambler,
He goes from town to town,
The only time, he's satisfied, is when
He drinks his liquor down

Oh, mother, tell your children
Not to do what I have done -
Spend your lives in sin and misery
In the House of Rising Sun

One foot on the platform,
The other's on the train,
I'm going back to New Orleans,
to wear that ball and chain

Going back to New Orleans,
My race is almost run,
I'm going to spend the rest of my life,
Beneath that "Rising Sun"