Rising Sun

There is a house in New Orleans

They call the rising sun

It's been the ruin of many a poor girl

Oh God I know I'm one

My father He's a drunkard lord

He never satisfied

My mother was a Christian child

Until the day she died

With one foot on the platform

The other on the train

I'm going back to New Orleans

To see the sun again

Go tell those who will listen

Not to do what I have done

And shun that house in New Orleans

They call the rising sun