House of the Rising Sun

There is a house in New Orleans They call the Rising Sun It has been the ruin of many a poor girl And me, oh, God, I'm one If I had listened to what my mother said, I`d have been at home today, But I was young and foolish, oh, God Let a rambler lead me astray Go tell my baby sisters Don't do what I have done To shun that house in New Orleans They call the rising sun And going back to New Orleans My race is almost run I'm going back to spend my life Beneath the rising sun