House Of The Rising Sun

There is a house in New Orleans

They call it the Rising Sun

It's been a ruin of many a poor girl

And me, oh Lord, I'm one

If I had only listened to what my mama said

I'd be at home today

But being young and foolish

I let a gambler lead me astray

My mother is a tailor

She sews those new blue jeans

My baby, a drunkard

Drinks down in New Orleans

Go tell my baby sister

Never, never, never do what I have done

Shun that house in New Orleans

They call it the Rising Sun

I'm goin' back to New Orleans

My race is almost run

I'm going to spend my life

Beneath, beneath, beneath, beneath...

The rising sun

Beneath, beneath, beneath, beneath...

The rising sun

Going back

Beneath the house of the rising sun

Beneath the house of the rising sun