(New words and music by Mary Travers)

There is a house in New Orleans

They call the Rising Sun

It's been the ruin of many poor girls

And me, oh God, am one



If you had listened to what your momma said

You'd be at home today

But I was young and foolish, oh Lord

You let a gambler lead you astray



Go tell my baby sister

Don't do as I have done

But shun that house in New Orleans

They call the Rising Sun



I'm going back to New Orleans

Your race is almost run

I'm going back to lay my head

Beneath that rising sun



There is a house in New Orleans

They call the Rising Sun

It's been the ruin of many poor girls

And me, I'm one, oh God

And me, oh God, am one



You poor girl, you are one