There is a house in New Orleans

They call the Rising Sun

It has been the ruin of many a 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 foulish, oh, God

Let a rambler lead me astray



Go tell my babysisters

Don't do what i have done

To shun that house in New Orleans

They call the rising sun



And going back to new orleans

My race is almost run

I'm going back to spend my life

Beneath the rising sun