verse 1
There is a house in New Orleans,
They call the Rising Sun.
And it's been the ruin of many a poor girl,
And me, oh God, for one.
verse 2
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.
verse 3
Don't do what I have done,
But shun the house in New Orleans,
They call the Rising Sun.
verse 4
I'm going back to New Orleans,
My race is almost run,
I'm going back to spend my life
Beneath that Rising Sun.