House of the Rising Sun

There is a house in New Orleans ,

They call the Rising Sun.

And it's been the ruin for many a poor boy,

And me, Great God, I'm one.

If I had listened to what my Momma said,

I'd have been at home today,

But I was young and foolish, Oh God,

Let a rambler lead me astray.

Now the only thing a gambler needs is

A suitcase and a trunk.

And the only time he'll be satisfied

Is when he's on a drunk.

Go tell my baby sister

Don't you do what I have done

Shun that house in New Orleans

They call the Risin' Sun

I'm going back to New Orleans ,

My race is nearly run,

I'm going back to spend my life

In the house of the Rising Sun