Misty

There is a house in New Orleans

they call the rising sun

and It's been the ruin for many a poor girl, and me, oh God, for 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 astray.

Go tell my baby sister, don't do what I have done

but 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 back to spend my life beneath that rising sun.