Nina Simone — The House of the Rising Sun

There is a house in New Orleans They call it the Rising Sun And it's been the ruin of many a poor girl And me, oh Lord, I'm one If I had listened of what my mama said I'd be at home today Bein' so young and foolish, my Lord Let a gambler lead me astray My mother is a tailor She sews new blue jeans And my sweetheart is a drunkard, Lord Drinks down in New Orleans Go tell my baby sister Never do what I have done Shun that house in New Orleans They call it the Rising Sun Goin' back to New Orleans Race is almost won Goin' back to spend my life Beneath, beneath, beneath, oh Lord Beneath, oh now, beneath, the rising, rising sun Now, now Ain't comin' back Ain't comin' back Bye, bye, bye, bye, bye, bye, bye, baby Yeah, come-a back, back, back Yeah, come-a back Yeah, come-a, yeah, come-a Yeah, come-a back Yeah, come-a back