文本歌词

House of the Rising Sun - The Almanac Singers/Woody Guthrie (伍迪·格思里)
There is a house in New Orleans
They call the Risin' Sun
Been the ruin of a many a poor gal
And me oh God I'm one
If I'd a-listened what mama said
I'd a-been at home today
Being so young and foolish poor boy
I let a gambler lead me astray
My mother she's a tailor
She sewed those new blue jeans
My sweetheart he's a drunkard Lord
Drinks down in New Orleans
The only thing a drunkard needs
Is a suitcase and a trunk;
The only time he's satisfied
Is when he's on a drunk
Fills his glasses to the brim
Passes them around
The only pleasure that he gets out of life
Is a-hoboin' from town to town
Go tell my baby sister
Never do like I have done
To shun that house in the New Orleans
That they call the Risin' Sun
One foot's on the platform
The other on the train
I'm going back to New Orleans
To wear that ball and chain
Going back to New Orleans
My time is almost done;
Going back to spend my life
Beneath that Rising Sun