The House Of The Rising Sun
-Marianne Faithfull

There is a house in New Orleans
They call the 'Rising Sun'
And it's been the ruin
of many a young poor girl
And me, oh God, I'm 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.
Go 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
In the house of the Rising Sun.