There is a house in New Orleans. They called the rising Sun and it’s been the ruining of many of poor boys, dear God I know I was one. My mother was a tailor. She suit my new blue jeans, and my father was a gambling man lay down on New Orleans and the only thing a gambler needs is a suitcase in the trunk and the only time he satisfied is when he’s on the drunk or Mother time of your children not to do what I’ve done to spend your life and scene and misery in the house of the rising sun I got one food on the platform and another on the train and I’m going back to New Orleans to wear that ball and chain. There is a house in New Orleans. They call the rising sun and it’s been a war of many poor boy, dear God I know I’m one to God. I know I was one.