House Of The Rising Sun
(专辑: At The Village Gate - 1962)
There is a
house in New Orleans Call it the
Rising Sun And it's been the
ruin Of many a
poor girl And me, oh Lord, I'm one If I'd listened what my mama said Be at home today Being so young And foolish, my Lord Let a
gambler lead me astray My mother was a
tailor Sews new blue jeans My sweetheart's is a
drunkarad, Lord Drinks down in New Orleans Go tell my baby sister Never do what I
have done Shun that house in New Orleans They call it the
Rising Sun Going back to New Orleans Race is almost run Going back to spend my life Beneath, beneath, beneath, oh Lord Beneath, oh now Beneath the
rising, rising sun Now, now You come on bye