There is a house in New Orleans
You call the Rising Sun
It’s been the ruin of many a poor soul
And me, oh God, I’m one
If I had listened what mama said:
Be at home today
Being so young and foolish, poor girl
Let a gambler lead me astray
My mother, she’s a tailor
Sews those new blue jeans
My sweetheart, he’s a drunkard, Lord God
He drinks down in New Orleans
He fills his glasses to the brim
Passes them around
The only pleasure that he gits out of live
Is a hoboing from town to town
The only thing a drunkard needs
Is a suitcase and a trunk
The only time he’s half satisfied
Is when he’s on a drunk
Go and tell my baby sister
Never do like I have done
Shun that house down in New Orleans
They call the Rising Sun
It's one foot on the platform
The other’s on the train
I’m going back down to New Orleans
To wear my ball and chain
My life is almost over
My race is almost run
Going back down to New Orleans
To that house of the Rising Sun
- 专辑:Woody Guthrie Sings Folk Songs
- 歌手:Woody Guthrie
- 歌曲:The Rising Sun Blues