There is a house down in New Orleans They call the Rising Sun, It's been the ruin of many a poor girl, And me, oh god I'm one.
My mother was a tailor. She sewed those new blue jeans. My lover was a gambling one. Down in New Orleans.
Now the only thing a gambler needs Is a suitcase and trunk And the only time he's satisfied Is when he's on a drunk
He fills his glasses up to the brim, And push those cards around. The only pleasure he gets out of life Is rambling from town to town.
Now tell my baby sister, Not to do what I have done. But shun that house in New Orleans, They call the Rising Sun.
Got one foot on the platform The other foot on that train I'm going back to New Orleans To wear that ball and chain
I'm going back to New Orleans The aged-old soul have run I'm going back to end my life, Down in the Rising Sun.
There is a house in New Orleans They call the Rising Sun, It's been the ruin of many a poor girl, And me, oh god I'm one.Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
