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