House of the Rising Sun

There is a house in New Orleans They call the Rising Sun And it's been the ruin of many poor girl And me, oh, God, for one If I had listened to what my mother said I'd have been at home today But I was young, and foolish, oh, God Let a rambler lead me astray Go tell my baby sister "Don't do what I have done" But shun that house in New Orleans They call the Rising Sun I'm going back to New Orleans My race is almost run I'm going back to spend my life Beneath that Rising Sun