House of the Rising Sun

There is a house in New Orleans

They call the Rising Sun

Well it's been the ruin of many a poor boy

And God, I know, I'm oneWell Mother, tell your children

Not to do what I have done

Or you'll spend your life in sin and misery

In the house of the Rising SunWell there is a house in New Orleans

They call the Rising Sun

Well it's been the ruin of many a poor boy

And God, I know, I'm one