There is a house in New Orleans
Call it the rising sun
And it's been [bad word] 
Of many a poor girl
And me, oh lord, I'm one

If I'd listened what my mama said
Be at home today
Bein' so young
And foolish, my Lord
Let a gambler lead me astray

My mother was a tailor
Sews new blue jeans
My sweetheart's is a [bad word]  Lord
Drinks down in New Orleans

Go tell my baby sister
Never do what I have done
Shun that house in New Orleans
They call it the rising sun

Goin' back to New Orleans
Race is [bad word] 
Goin' back to spend my life
Beneath, beneath, beneath, oh Lord
Beneath, oh now
Beneath the rising, rising sun
Now, now

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Songwriters: PRICE, ALAN
House Of The Rising Sun lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner/Chappell Music, Inc., Universal Music Publishing Group