192. 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 girl
And me, oh God, I'm one.
If I’d listened listened, listened
I’d have been at home today today
But I was young a rambler lead me astray
Go and tell my little baby sister
Don’t do what I have done, have done
Just shun that house in New Orleans
They call it the Rising Sun
I’m goin’ back to New Orleans
My race is almost run
I’m goin’ back to spend my life
Beneath that Rising Sun