文本歌词

House of the Rising Sun - Carolyn Hester
There is a house in new orleans
They call it the rising sun
It's been the ruin
Of many a poor girl
And me oh lord I was one
My good mother she is a tailor
She sews a new blue jeans
My sweetheart's is a drunkarad lord
Drinks down in new orleans
If I'd listened what my mother said
I'd been here today
But bein' so young
And foolish poor girl
Let a gambler lead me astray
Go tell my baby sister
Not do just Iike I'd done
To shun that house in new orleans
They call it the rising sun
Well goin' back to new orleans
My race is almost run
Goin' back to spend the rest the rest of my days
Beneath the rising sun