There is a house down in New Orleans they call the rising sun,
And it's been the ruin of many a poor girl and me, oh God, I'm one.
Oh tell my baby sister not to do what I have done,
But shun that house in New Orleans they call the rising sun.
Well with one foot on the platform and the other foot on the train,
I'm going back to New Orleans to wear that ball and chain.
I'm going back to New Orleans, my race is almost run,
I'm going back to end my life down in the rising sun.


21/Dallas, TX/Single Mom