House of the rising sun
There is a house in New OrleansThey call the Rising SunIt has been the ruin of many a poor girlAnd 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, GodLet a rambler lead me astray
Go tell my babysistersDon't do what i have doneTo shun that house in New OrleansThey call the rising sun
And going back to new orleansMy race is almost runI'm going back to spend my lifeBeneath the rising sun