Lyrics
There is a house in New Orleans
They call the Rising Sun
And it's been the ruin of many a poor boy
And God I know I'm one
Go tell my baby sister, Lord Lord
Don't do what I have done
To shun that house in New Orleans
They call the Rising Sun
I'm going back to New Orleans
My race is almost run
I'm going, going back to spend my life
Beneath the Rising Sun
Alan Price
Anthem Entertainment, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC