Traditional
The House of the Rising Sun
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

Protect my baby sister, [?]
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 go-going back to spend my life
Beneath the rising sun