(New words and music by Mary Travers)
There is a house in New Orleans
They call the Rising Sun
It's been the ruin of many poor girls
And me, oh God, am one
If you had listened to what your momma said
You'd be at home today
But I was young and foolish, oh Lord
You let a gambler lead you astray
Go tell my baby sister
Don't do as I have done
But shun that house in New Orleans
They call the Rising Sun
I'm going back to New Orleans
Your race is almost run
I'm going back to lay my head
Beneath that rising sun
There is a house in New Orleans
They call the Rising Sun
It's been the ruin of many poor girls
And me, I'm one, oh God
And me, oh God, am one
You poor girl, you are one
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