Dave Van Ronk

There is a house down in New Orleans They call the risin' sun And it's been the ruin of many a poor girl And me, oh god, I'm a-one My mother was a tailor She sewed these new blue jeans My sweetheart was a gambler, Lord Down in New Orleans Now the onl

And so we've had another night 于是我们又过了一夜 Of poetry and proses 呻吟表演什么都有 And each man know he'll be alone 每个人都知道他终会孤寂 When the sacred ginmill closes 当酒店关门之后 And so we'll drink the final glass 于是我们干掉这最后一杯 Each to his joy and sorrow 敬每个人的欢乐与哀愁 And hope t

Hang me, Oh hang me, I'll be dead and gone Hang me, Oh hang me, I'll be dead and gone Wouldn't mind the hanging... but the laying in the grave so long... poor boy... I've been all around this world. I been all around Cape Girardeau... parts of Arkans

Come all you fair and tender ladies Take warning how you court your men There like a star on a summer morning They first appear and then there gone They'll tell to you some loving story Then they make you think that they love you well Then away they'