文本歌词

There is a house in New Orleans
They call the rising sun
And It's been the ruin for many a poor girl
And me
Oh God
For 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 sister
Don't do what I have done
But shun that house in New Orleans
They call the Rising Sun
I'm going back to New Orleans
My race is almost run
I'm going back to spend my life beneath that rising sun