Вот так (или примерно так) звучали слова этой песни во времена ее кочевой жизни на дорогах и в барах Америки:
There is a house in New Orleans
They call the Rising Sun.
It's been the ruin of many a poor girl
And me, Oh God, for one.

If I had listened what Mama said,
I'd be at home today.
Being so young and foolish, poor boy,
Let a rambler lead me astray.

Go tell my baby sister
Never do like I have done
To shun that house in New Orleans
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