House of the Rising Sun

There is a house in New Orleans
They call the rising sun
And it's been the ruin of a many poor girl
And me, oh God, for one

Now if i had a listened
To what my Momma said
I'd a been at home today
Being so young and foolish, oh Lord
I let a rambler lead me astray

Go tell my baby sister
Don’t do what I have done
Please shun that house in New Orleans
They call the rising sun

Lord, I'm going going back to New Orleans
My race is almost run
Yes, I'm going back to spend my life
Beneath that rising sun