House Of The Rising Sun

There is a house in New Orleans They call the Rising Sun It has been the ruin of many a poor girl And me oh God I'm one If I had listened to what my mother said I`d have been at home today But i was young and foulish oh God Let a rambler lead me astray Go tell my babysisters Don't do what i have done To shun that house in New Orleans They call the rising sun And going back to new orleans My race is almost run I'm going back to spend my life Beneath the rising sun