There is a house in New Orleans They call, the Rising Sun It's been the ruin of many poor girl And me, oh God, I'm one
My mother, she's a tailor She sews those new blue jeans My husband, he's a gambling man Drinks down in New Orleans
Yes, my husband, he's a gambler He goes from town to town And the only time he's satisfied Is when he drinks his liquor down
Go tell my baby sister Never do like I have done To shun that house in New Orleans They call, the Rising Sun
One foot's on the platform And the other's on the train I'm going down to New Orleans To wear that ball and chain
Going back to New Orleans My race is almost run I'm going to spend the rest of my life Beneath that Rising SunTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
