Mother, she was a tailorSewed these new bluejeansMy father was a gamblin manWay down in New OrleansMy mother, she would look at meShe said, son, youve got a long road aheadSon, some may roll and make you crazyBut dont forget these words I saidAnd dont forget what your name isAnd know what the game isFrom the North coast to the South coastFrom country to countryMind to mindGeneration to generationFrom time to timeAnd to sniff across your mindTo go downtownAnd to hang aroundThe House of The Rising SunMother was a tailorSewed these new blue-jeansFather was a gamblin man, yea yeaWay down, way down, in New OrleansAnd the only thing a gambling man needsIs some cash, ooh lord, and a trunkAnd the only time hes satisfied, ya yaIs when hes on some form of drugYa-aah, board and bought, oh noTo where, I do belongIm wandering backTo earn my pays, in The HouseThey call, the Rising SunMother tell your baby children, yea yeaDont do the things that Ive doneSpend your life in sin and miseryIn The House, they call, the Rising SunOhhHouse, of The Rising, SunSongwriters: Tim HardinThe House of the Rising Sun lyrics © Carlin America Inc