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

Hmm hmm hmm Depth over distance was all I asked of you And I may be foolish to fall as I do Still there's strength in the blindness you fear If you're coming too, hmm Hold on, though we may be too young Oh hold on, though we may be too young Depth over

Smiling in the sunlight Laughing in the rain I wish that we were Young and foolish again Young and foolish Why is it wrong to be Young and foolish? We haven't long to be Soon enough the carefree days

Forever young, young, and foolish We don't, we don't, we don't, we don't, we don't care We're just actin' stupid We get high 'cause we use it People say we abuse it Bodies on the floor From the night before Teenage raised them, and nothing's wasted