House of the Drowning Sun

There is a house in New Orleans
They call the Rising Sun
It's been the ruin of many a poor boy
And Lord I know I'm one

My mother was a tailor
Sewed my new blue jeans
My father was a working man
Down in New Orleans

My father worked hard all his life
Building up our dreams
Draining swamps and cutting trees
That protected New Orleans

Mothers' warn your children
Not to do the things we have done
Burning fields and market yields
Have drowned the Rising Sun

I've got one foot in the ocean
The other it's on the land
I can't go back to New Orleans
There's no place left to stand

There was a house in New Orleans
They called the Rising Sun
It's been the ruin of many a poor boy
And Lord I know I'm one