There is a house in New Orleans
They call the rising sun
And it's been the ruin of many poor ghouls
And me, I know, I'm one
My mother was a dealer
She sold some heroin
My father was an addict too
Down in New Orleans
And the only thing an addict needs
Is a suitcase full of jewels
And the only time he's truly satisfied
Is when he's on his drugs
My friends, tell my brother
Not to do what we have done
Waste our lives with sin and heroin
In the house of the rising sun
There is a house in New Orleans
They call the rising sun
And it's been the ruin of many poor ghouls
And me, I know, I'm one
I got one hand on the needle
And the other on the phone
I'm calling folks from back home
To tell them I am done