I received the letter you wrote dear. In which you said you'd wait for me. I'm asking you to please not to wait dear. It will only ruin your life I see.
It was on one Monday morning. About one o'clock. When that great Titanic. Began to reel and rock. . People began to scream and cry. Saying, oh, Lord, we're going to die.
There is a house in New Orleans, they call the Rising Sun. It's been the ruin of many poor boy and me, oh, Lord poor one. Go to tell my youngest brother, not to do as I have done.
The sunshine comes from lonesome valley. And all alone I must remain. While far away through lonesome valley. Comes a dying cry of the midnight train.
You left me baby a year ago. But I still love you, I'm mourning low. Lord I'm blue and so down hearted. That lonesome old river's my home. . I bought you diamonds, fine clothes to wear.