文本歌词

Rising Sun Blues - Doc Watson
There is a house down in New Orleans
They call the Rising Sun
And it's been the ruin of a many poor boy
And me oh God for one
Go tell my youngest brother for me
Not to do the things I've done
But to shun that house down in New Orleans
They call the Rising Sun
The only thing that a rounder needs
Is a suitcase and a trunk
And the only time he's satisfied
Is when he's on a drunk
Then fill the glasses to the brim
Let the drinks go merrily around
And we'll drink to the health of
A rounder poor boy
Who goes from town to town
Now boys don't believe what a girl tells you
Though her eyes be blue or brown
Unless she's on some scaffold high
Saying 'Boys I can't come down'
The things be back house down in New Orleans
To my race is nearly run
And the only time
Is when he's on a drunk
Beneath that Rising Sun