There is a house in New Orleans 
They call the rising sun 
And its been the ruin of many a poor boy 
And me oh god im one. 
Im going to tell my baby sister 
Please dont do like i have done 
Please shun that house in New Orleans 
They call the Rising sun. 
If I had Listened to what my Mama said 
I would not be here today 
You'd have been so young and foolish wild 
I let her ramble Orleans this way. 
Im going back to New Orleans 
My race is almost won 
Im going back to spend the rest of my life 
Benieth the rising sun.