Am C D F There is a house in New Orleans, Am C E They call it Rising Sun. Am C D F And it’s been the ruin of many a poor boy, Am E Am E And God, I know Iґm one. My mother was a tailor She sewed my new blue jeans 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 he is satisfied Is when heґs down and drunk. So mother tell your children Not to do what I have done Spend your lives in sin and misery In the House of a Rising sun. Well Iґve got one foot on the platform The other foot on the train. Iґm going back to New Orleans To wear that ball and chain. There is a house in New Orleans, They call it Rising Sun. And itґs been the ruin of many a poor boy, And God, I know Iґm one.