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
Sewed my new blue jeans
My father was gamblin' man
Down in New Orleans
Now the only thing a gambler needs
Is a suitcase and a trunk
And the only time he'll be satisfied
Is when he's all a-drunk
Oh mother, tell your children
Not to do what I have done
Spend your lives in sin and misery
In the house of the Rising Sun
Well I've got one foot on the platform
The other foot on the train
I'm going back to New Orleans
To wear that ball and chain
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 oneBabe it's time to tell me that it's over
tell me that it's over
it's plain to see
And this time we won't be starting over
no crying on your shoulder
into the heart shaped sea
Oh you've been a-running from our door
and you've been enchanted by the gracious voice of love
Babe it's time to look me in the eyes
time to say goodbye
it's clear to me
And this time I won't let you down
you can turn around
I'll set you free
Oh you've been a-sailing from our shore
and you've been enchanted by someone from afar
Babe it's time to gather all the harvest
to pray before the winter
and sail the heart shaped sea
Oh you've been a-running from my love
and you've been enchanted by the powers up above