The House of the Rising Sun - Sam Cohen

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

Protect my baby sister,

Don’t do what I have done

To shun that house in New Orleans

They call the rising sun

And going back to New Orleans

My race is almost run

I’m go-going back to spend my life

Beneath the rising sun