There is a house in New Orleans They call it the Rising Sun And it's been the ruin Of many a poor girl And me, oh Lord, I'm one
If Ihad only listened what my mama said I'd be at home today Bein' so young And foolish, my Lord Let a gambler lead me astray
My mother is a tailor She Sews new blue jeans My sweetheart is a drunker, Lord Drinks down in New Orleans
Go tell my baby sister Never do what I have done Shun that house in New Orleans They call it the Rising Sun
Goin' back to New Orleans Race is almost run Goin' back to spend my life Beneath, beneath, beneath, oh Lord Beneath, oh now Beneath the rising, rising sun Now, now