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.