In New Orleans

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.