Joan Baez

There is a house in New Orleans,
they call the rising sun.
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.

(NOT The Animals version)