There is a house in New Orleans, They call the Rising Sun It's been the ruin of many a street guitar boy God I know I'm one My mother is a tailor She sews those new blue jeans, My daddy was a honky tonk rambling man He got a good reputation down around Montgomery, Mobile, Biloxi and New Orleans Now the only thing a gambler needs Is a suitcase and a trunk And the only time that we are satisfied Is when we got a number one song or at a party drunk There is a house in New Orleans, They call the Rising Sun, sun, sun It's been the ruin of many a street guitar boy God knows I'm one In the house of the rising sun