歌词
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 what my mama said
Be at home today, but
Bein' so young
And foolish, my Lord
Let a gambler lead me astray
My mother is a tailor
She sews those new blue jeans, and
My sweetheart's a drunkarad, Lord
Drinks down in New Orleans
Somebody Go get my baby sister
Tell her to do never to do what I have done
But Shun that house in New Orleans
They call it the Rising Sun
Well, i'm goin' back to New Orleans
Race is almost run
Yes, i'm goin' back to spend my life
Beneath the rising sun.