House Of The Risin' Sun

作词 : Traditional

作曲 : Traditional

There is a house down in New Orleans

They call the rising sun

And it's been the ruin of many a poor girl

And me oh, God I'm one

My mother was a tailor,

She sewed these new blue jeans

My sweetheart was a gambler, Lord, down in New Orleans

Now the only thing a gambler needs is a suitcase and a trunk

And the only time when he's satisfied is when he's on a drunk

He fills his glasses up to the brim

And he'll pass the cards around

And the only pleasure he gets out of life is rambling from town to town

Oh tell my baby sister not to do what I have done

But shun that house in New Orleans they call the rising sun

Well with one foot on the platform

and the other foot on the train

I'm going back to New Orleans to wear that ball and chain

I'm going back to New Orleans

my race is almost run

I'm going back to end my life down in the rising sun

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 God, I'm one