There is a house in New Orleans They call it the Rising Sun It's been a ruin of many a poor girl And me, oh Lord, I'm one
If I had only listened to what my mama said I'd be at home today But being young and foolish I let a gambler lead me astray
My mother is a tailor She sews those new blue jeans My baby, a drunkard Drinks down in New Orleans
Go tell my baby sister Never, never, never do what I have done
Shun that house in New Orleans They call it the Rising Sun
I'm goin' back to New Orleans My race is almost run I'm going to spend my life Beneath, beneath, beneath, beneath... The rising sun Beneath, beneath, beneath, beneath... The rising sun Going back
Beneath the house of the rising sun Beneath the house of the rising sunTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
