There’s a place in New Orleans, With shadows long and deep, They call it the Rising Sun, Where secrets never sleep. It's been the ruin of many a soul, This house of sin and tears, I knew I shouldn't wander there, But I couldn't fight my fears. Mama tried to warn me, About the path I'd choose, But the blues, they got a hold of me, With nothing left to lose. I gambled with my future, And lost my only way, In the house of the Rising Sun, Where night consumes the day. With every step into the dark, The echoes of regret, Remind me of the price I paid, For a life I can't forget. So if you’re ever down in Orleans, And hear the siren's call, Remember this tale of broken dreams, Or there may be a fall. There’s a place in New Orleans, With shadows long and deep, They call it the Rising Sun, Where secrets never sleep.