There is a house in New Orleans
They call the Rising Sun
And it's been [bad word] of many a poor boy
And God I know I'm one

Oh mother, tell your children
Not to do what I have done
Spend your lives in sin and misery
In the house of the Rising Sun

Well there is a house in New Orleans
They call the Rising Sun
And it's been [bad word] of many a poor boy
And God I know I'm one