The House Of The Rising Sun
There is a house in New Orleans
They call the Rising Sun
It's been the ruin of many a poor girl,
And me, oh Lord, was one
If i had listened to what my mother said
I'd have been at home today
But I was young and foolish, oh Lord
Let a rambler lead me astray
Got tell my baby sister
Not to do what I have done
But shun that house in New Orleans
They call the Rising Sun
I'm goin' back to New Orleans
My race is almost run
I'm goin' back to spend my life
Beneath the Rising Sun
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