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

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

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