The House of the Rising Sun [Lakutshn Ilanga]

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 Lord is one

Go tell my baby sister
Never do what I have done
To shun the house in New Orleans
They call the Rising Sun

I'm going back to New Orleans
My race is almost run
I'm going back to end my days
Beneath the Rising Sun