The Real House of the Rising Sun

There is a place down in New Orleans

That they call the Rising Sun

And it's been the ruin for many a poor girl

And my true love was one

She had filled her glass up to the brim

And there for all to see

She danced, she sang the whole night through

For other fools like me

Ah, well, I still remember

I was her only one

Now dreams of love lie buried

Down in the Rising Sun

With one foot on a platform

And the other foot on a train

I'm going back to New Orleans

To wear that ball and chain

Go tell her baby sister

Not to do the things she's done

But shun that house down in New Orleans

That they call the Rising Sun