There is a house in New Orleans
They call the Rising Sun
It's been [bad word] of many a poor boy
And 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

Boom Cha Hey!

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

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

Boom Cha Hey!

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