House Of The Rising Sun

There is a house in New Orleans,

They call it the rising sun

And it's been the ruin

Of many poor girl,

And me, oh god, I'm one.

If I had listened

To what my mother said

I'd've 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.

Go shun that house in New Orleans

They call the risin' sun.

Well, I'm going back to New Orleans,

My race is almost run.

I'm going back to spend my life

In the house of the risin' sun.