♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ There is a house in New Orleans They call the Rising Sun And it's been the ruin Of many a poor boy And God, I know I'm one Go tell my baby sister Oh Lord, don't do what I've 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 ♪ ♪