House Of The Rising Sun
Amerikansk folkemelodi/Alan Price

There is a house in New Orleans
they call The Rising Sun.
Its been the ruin of many a poor girl
and me, oh Lord, was one

If I had listened to what mama said
I'd been at home today.
but being so young and foolish a poor girl
let a gambler lead med astray.

My mother is a tailor
she sews those new blue jeans.
My sweetheart is a drunkard, Lord,
down in New Orleans.

The only things a drunkard needs
is a suitcase and a trunk.
The only time hes satisfied
is when hes on a drunk.

Hell fill his glasses to the brim,
he passes them around.
And the only pleasure he getts out of life
Is bumming from town to town.

Go tell my baby sister:
Dont do like I have done
To shun that house in New Orleans
they call The Rising Sun.

It's one foot on the platform
the other on the train.
Im going back to New Orleans
to wear that ball and chain.

I'm going back to New Orleans
my race is almost run.
I'm going back to spend my life
beneath Rising Sun.