There is a house in New Orleans They call the rising sun And it's been the ruin of many a poor boy And me oh god I'm one. I'm going to tell my baby sister Please don't do like I have done Please shun that house in New Orleans They call the Rising sun. If I had Listened to what my Mama said I would not be here today You'd have been so young and foolish wild I let her ramble Orleans this way. I'm going back to New Orleans My race is almost won I'm going back to spend the rest of my life Benieth the rising sun.