The House of the Rising Sun Songtext
von The Weavers

There is a house in New Orleans
They call the Rising Sun
It has been the ruin, of many a poor girl
And me, oh god, was one

My husband, he was a gambling man
He went from town to town
And the only time that he was satisfied
Is when he drank liquor down


Now the only thing that a gambling man needs
Is a suitcase and a trunk
And the only time he′s ever satisfied
Is when he's on a drunk

Go and tell my baby sister
Never do like I have done
To shun that house in New Orleans
That they call the Rising Sun

Well I′m going back to New Orleans
My race is almost run
I'm going back to spend the rest of my life
Beneath that Rising Sun