House Oh the Rising Sun Songtext

von Frijid Pink

There is a house in New Orleans,
They called the "Rising Sun",
It's been the ruin of many a poor girl,
And me, oh Lord, I'm one.

My mother is a tailor,
She sews those new blue jeans,
My husband he's a gambling man,
Drinks own in New Orleans.

My husband is a gambler,
He goes from town to town,
The only time, he's satisfied, is when
He drinks his liquor down.

Go tell my baby sister.
Never do like I've done,
Shun that house in New Orleans,
They called the "Rising Sun".

One foot on the platform,
The other's on the train,
I'm going back to New Orleans,
To wear that ball and chain.

Going back to New Orleans,
My race is almost run,
I'm going to spend the rest of life,
Beneath that Rising Sun.