From the recording Waiting For Dawn
Lyrics
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 one
My mother was a tailor
She sewed my new blue jeans
And my father was a gamblin' man
Down in New Orleans
Now the only thing a gambler needs
Is a suitcase and a trunk
And the only time he's satisfied
Is when he's on a drunk
Oh, mother, tell your children
Not to do what I have done
Spend their lives in sin and misery
In the house of the Rising Sun
I got one foot on the platform
And the other foot on the train
And I'm going back to New Orleans
To wear that ball and chain
Well there is a house in New Orleans
And they call it the Rising Sun
And it's been the ruin of too many poor boys
And, God, I know I'm one