1.
There is a house in New Orleans,
they call the Rising Sun.
It's been the ruin of many a poor girl,
and me, o Lord, I'm one.

2.
If I had listened to what my mother said,
I'd have been at home today.
But I was young and foolish, o God,
let a rambler lead me astray.

3.
Go tell my baby sister,
never do like I have done,
but shun that house in New Orleans,
they call the Rising Sun.

4.
I'm goin' back to New Orleans,
my race is almost run,
I'm goin' back to spend my life
beneath the Rising Sun.