House of the Rising Sun

歌詞

There is a house down in New Orleans They call the Rising Sun And it's been the ruin of a many poor girl And me, oh God, for one Oh mothers, tell your children Not to do the things I've done But to shun that house down in New Orleans They call the Rising Sun Well the only thing that a rounder needs Is a suitcase and a trunk And the only time he's ever satisfied Is when he's on a drunk So fill the glasses to the brim Let the drinks flow merrily around And we'll drink to the health of a rounder, poor boy Who goes from town to town Well one foot's on the platform And the other one's on the train I'm a-goin' back, back to New Orleans To wear that ball and chain Yeah I'm going back, back to New Orleans For my race is nearly run Gonna spend the rest of my wicked life Beneath the rising sun There is a house down in New Orleans They call the Rising Sun And it's been the ruin of a many poor girl And me, oh God, for one And me, oh God, for one