House of the Rising Sun Songtext
von Shaka Ponk

There is a house in New Orleans
They call the Rising Sun
And it′s been the ruin of many a poor boy
And, God, I know I'm one

Everybody stand the fuck up
Everybody stand up

And my mother was a tailor
She sewed my new blue jeans
And my father was a gamblin′ man
Down in New Orleans

Here comes the queen of New Orleans, baby
Come here

And the only thing a gambler needs
Is a suitcase and a trunk (trunk, trunk, trunk)
And the only time he's satisfied
Is when he's on the junk


Oh, mothers, tell your children
Not to do what I have done
Spend your lives in sin and misery
In the house of the Rising Sun

Well, I′ve got one foot on the platform
And the other foot on the train
And I′m goin' back to New Orleans
To wear that ball and chain

Ah-ah-ah-ah, ah-ah
Ah-ah-ah-ah, ah-ah (let′s go)

There is a house in New Orleans
They call the Rising Sun (they call the Rising Sun)
And it's been the ruin of many a poor boys
And, God (and, God), I know I′m one

Are you ready for a good party?
Are you ready for a good party?
Will you be? Come on
Will you be? Come on
Come