text: There is a house in New Orleans
  They call The Rising Sun
  Its been the ruin of many a poor girl
  And me, oh God, for one
  If I had listened to what my mama said
  Id be at home today
  But I was young and foolish, poor girl
  Let a gambler lead me astray
  My mother, shes a tailor
  She sews those old blue jeans
  My father, hes a gamblin man
  Drinks down in New Orleans
  Go tell my baby sister
  Not to do as I have done
  You shun that house in New Orleans
  They call it The Rising Sun
  Well, Im going back to New Orleans
  My race is almost run
  Im going to spеnd the rest of my days
  Benеath that Rising Sun
  Well, one foot is on the platform
  And the other ones on the train
  Im going to spend the rest of my days
  Wearing that ball and chain