[00:08.03]There is a house down in New Orleans
[00:15.19]They call the Rising Sun
[00:22.98]And it's been the ruin of a many poor boy
[00:30.22]And me, oh God, for one
[00:38.23]Then fill the glasses to the brim
[00:45.96]Let the drinks go merrily around
[00:53.43]And we'll drink to the health of a rounder poor boy
[01:01.35]Who goes from town to town
[01:09.48]The only thing that a rounder needs
[01:16.81]Is a suitcase and a trunk
[01:24.18]And the only time he's satisfied
[01:32.16]Is when he's on a drunk
[02:10.10]Now boys, don't believe what a girl tells you
[02:17.43]Though her eyes be blue or brown
[02:25.01]Unless she's on some scaffold high
[02:32.83]Saying, "Boys, I can't come down"
[02:40.65]Go tell my youngest brother
[02:48.08]Not to do the things I've done
[02:55.80]But to shun that house down in New Orleans
[03:04.07]They call the Rising Sun
[03:41.13]I'm going back, back to New Orleans
[03:48.55]For my race is nearly run
[03:56.03]Gonna spend the rest of my wicked life
[04:04.21]Beneath that Rising Sun