There is a house in New Orleans
They call the rising sun
It's been the ruin of many a poor girl
An' me, oh Lord, I'm one.
If I had listened to what my mother said
I'd been at home today
But I was young 'n foolish, oh God,
Let a rambler lead my astray.
Go tell ma baby sister
Never do like I have done
But shun that house in New Orleans
They call the rising sun.
I'm going back to New Orleans
My race is almost run
I'm going back to spend my life
Beneath the rising sun.