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 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
Go shun that house in New Orleans
They call the Rising 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 Rising Sun 

In the house of the Rising Sun 
In the house of the Rising Sun