There is a house in New Orleans They call the Rising Sun And it's been the ruin of many a-poor girls And me-oh, Lord for once If I had listened what mama said I'd be at home today But being so young and foolish, oh Lord Let a gambler lead me a astray My mother is a tailor Se sewed these new blue jeans My sweetheart is a gambler man Drinks down in New Orleans Well, the only thing a gambler needs Is a suitcase and a trunk And the only time he's satisfied is when he's on a drunk He will fills his glasses to the brim, and he passes them around And the only pleasure he gets out of life is hoboin from town to town So tell my baby sister Don't do what I have done But shine that house in New Orleans they call it rising sun Oh, I'm going back to New Orleans My life is almost rotten I'm going back to spend my days beneath the Rising sunTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
