There is a house in New Orleans They call it the Rising Sun And it´s been the ruin of many a poor girl And me, oh God, I´m one
If I had only listened of what my mama said I´d be at home today But bein´ so young and foolish, my Lord Let a gambler lead me astray
Now, my mother is a tailor She sews new blue jeans And my sweetheart is a drunkard, Lord Drinks down in New Orleans
Now the only thing a drunken man needs Is a suitcase and a trunk And the only time he´s satisfied Lord, is when he´s on the drunk
Go tell my baby sister Never to do what I have done But shun that house in New Orleans
They call it the Rising Sun
Goin´ back to New Orleans My race is almost won Goin´ back to spend my life Beneath, beneath, oh Lord Beneath, whoa now, beneath, the rising sun Now, now
Ain´t comin´ back Ain´t comin´ back Bye, bye, baby, yeah Eh, eh Yeah, come-a Yeah, come-a Yeah, come-a, come-a Yeah, come-a back
Cette chanson est une reprise. Sa version originale a été créée par The Animals
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