There is a house in New Orleans They call the Rising Sun, And it's been the ruin for many a poor boy, And God, I know I'm one. My mother was a tailor
and chain! Going back to New Orleans, My race is almost run, I'm going to spend the rest of my life Beneath, Beneath that Rising Sun, Beneath that Rising Sun, that Rising Sun
Vertaling: Evereve. House Of The Rising Sun.