Tekst
If I had listened to what my mother said
I'd have been at home today
But I was young and foolish, oh God
Let a rambler lead me astray
Go tell my baby sister
"Don't do what I have done"
But show that house in New Orleans
They call the rising sun
I'm going back to New Orleans
My eye sees almost right
I'm going back to spend my life
Beneath that rising sun
