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

I cried to my daddy on the telephone, 
how long now
Until the clouds unroll and [bad word] home, 
the line went
But the shadows still remain since your descent, 
your descent

I cried to my daddy on the telephone, 
how long now
Until the clouds unroll and [bad word] home, 
the line went
But the shadows still remain since your descent, 
your descent

The saints [bad word]  
the saints [bad word] I say no matter how I try, 
I realise there’s no reply
The saints [bad word]  
the saints [bad word] I say no matter how I try, 
I realise there’s no reply

drowning sorrow floods the deepest grief, 
how long now
Until a weather change condemns belief, 
how long now
When the night watchman lets in the thief, 
what’s wrong now?

The saints [bad word]  the saints [bad word] I say no matter how I try, 
I realise there’s no reply
The saints [bad word]  the saints [bad word] 
I say no matter how I try, 
I realise there’s no reply
I say no matter how I try, 
I realise there’s no reply
I say no matter how I try, 
I realise there’s no reply