Traditional
House of the Rising Sun
There is a house in New Orleans
They call the Rising Sun
It has been the ruin of many poor boy
And me, oh God, was one

Go tell my baby sister
Don't do what I have done
Please, shun that house in New Orleans
They call the Rising Sun

I'm goin' back to New Orleans
My race is almost run
I'm goin' to spend the rest of my life
Beneath that Rising Sun