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(New words and music by Mary Travers) There is a house in New Orleans They call the Rising Sun It's been the ruin of many poor girls And me, oh God, am one If you had listened to what your momma said You'd be at home today But I was young and foolish, oh Lord You let a gambler lead you astray Go tell my baby sister Don't do as I have done But shun that house in New Orleans They call the Rising Sun I'm going back to New Orleans Your race is almost run I'm going back to lay my head Beneath that rising sun There is a house in New Orleans They call the Rising Sun It's been the ruin of many poor girls And me, I'm one, oh God And me, oh God, am one You poor girl, you are one Aus Songtexte Mania