House of the Rising Sun

There is a house in New Orleans

They call the Rising Sun

And it's been the ruin for many poor girl

And me, oh God, for one

If I had listened to what my mother said

I'd have 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 that Rising Sun