There is a house in New Orleans They call the Rising Sun It has been the ruin of many a poor girl And me, oh, God, I'm 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

Love, oh love, oh careless love, You fly though my head like wine You've wrecked the life Of many a poor girl And you let me spoil this life of mine In your clutches of desire You've made me break a many true vow Then you set my very soul on fire All my