There is a house in New Orleans
They call the Rising Sun.
And it's been the ruin of many a poor girl, 
And me, O God, for one.

If I had list'ned to what my mother told me, 
I'd have been at home today, 
But I was young and foolish, Oh God, 
And let a rambler lead me astray.

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