There is a house in New Orleans

They call the rising sun

And it`s been the ruin for many a poor girl

And me oh Lord the 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

But 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

Be needs that Rising Sun