The House of the Rising Sun

歌詞

There is a house in New Orleans They call it the Rising Sun And it's been the ruin of many a poor girl And me, oh God, I'm one If I had only listened of what my mama said I'd be at home today But bein' so young and foolish, my Lord Let a gambler lead me astray Now, my mother is a tailor She sews new blue jeans And my sweetheart is a drunkard, Lord Drinks down in New Orleans Now the only thing a drunken man needs Is a suitcase and a trunk And the only time he's satisfied Lord, is when he's on the drunk Go tell my baby sister Never to do what I have done But shun that house in New Orleans They call it the Rising Sun Goin' back to New Orleans My race is almost run Goin' back to spend my life Beneath, beneath, oh Lord Beneath, beneath, the rising sun Now, now Ain't comin' back Ain't comin' back Bye, bye, baby, yeah Eh, eh Yeah, come-a Yeah, come-a Yeah, come-a, come-a Yeah, come-a back