Lyrics:

There is a house in New Orleans,They call the Rising sun.Well it's been the ruin of many a poor boy,And God I know I
'm one.Oh MOTHER, tell your children,Not to do what I have done.You spend your lives in sin and miseryIn the house of the
Rising Sun.Well there is a house in New OrleansThey call the Rising sun.And it's been the ruin of many a poor boy,And God
I know I'm one.