The House of the Rising Sun
There is a house in New Orleans
They call the Rising Sun
And it has been the ruin of many poor girls
And me, oh, God, for one
If I had listened to what my mother said,
I’d been at home today,
But I was young and foolish, oh, God
Let a rambler lead me astray
Go tell my baby sister
Don't do what I have done
But shun that house in New Orleans
They call the Rising Sun
I'm going back to New Orleans
My race is almost run
I'm going back to spend my life
Beneath the rising sun
