House of the Rising Sun Songtext

von Shawn Mullins

There is a house in New Orleans
They call the Rising Sun
It's been the ruin of many a poor girl
Me, oh God, I'm one
My mother was a tailor
She sewed these new blue jeans
My sweetheart was a gambler, Lord,
Way down in New Orleans
Now the only thing a gambler needs
Is a suitcase and a trunk
And the only time he's satisfied
Is when he's on a drunk
He filled his glasses up to the brim
And he passed the cards around
And the only pleasure he gets out of life is ramblin' from town to town
Go and tell my baby sister,
Not to do what I have done
Go and shun that house
Down in New Orleans
They call the Rising Sun
Now it's one foot on the platform
And the other foot on the train
Now I'm goin' back to New Orleans
To wear that ball and chain
Now I'm going back to New Orleans
My race is almost run
I'm goin' back to spend my life
Beneath the Rising Sun
There is a house down 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