There's a house down in New Old City
They call the Rising Sun
It's been the ruin of many damned
Boys and me
Oh God for one
If I had listened to what mama said
I would be better than today
Being so young and foolish poor boy
Let a junkie lead me astray
Go and tell my baby sister never to do
Like I have done
To shun that house in New Old City
They call the Rising Sun
My mother she's a bloody working maid
She has never had enough till today
My Father he's a drunken loser Oh Lord
He drinks down till today
I'm going back to New Old City
My race is almost run
I'm gonna go back and spend the rest of
My life beneath that Rising Sun
I won't leave this damn New Old City
Someday I'll dig my ground
And you are always welcome to join me
In the Rising Sun
Deep in the Rising Sun