House of the Rising Sun Songtext
von Tim Hardin
House of the Rising Sun Songtext
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
Oh mother tell my sister
Don′t do what I have done
Tell her to show me how down in New Orleans
They call it the Rising Sun
They call it the Rising Sun
My daddy was a tailor
He sews on them new bluejeans
And my mama, she was a drunkard, lord
Drinkin' down in New Orleans
Drinkin' down in New Orleans
Now the only thing a gambler needs
Is a suitcase and trunk
And the only time he′s satisfied
Is when he′s on a drunk
I'm going back to New Orleans
My race is almost run
I don′t want to spend the rest of my live long days
Beneath the Rising Sun
Beneath the Rising Sun
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
They call the Rising Sun
And it′s been the ruin of many a poor boy
And God I know I'm one
Oh mother tell my sister
Don′t do what I have done
Tell her to show me how down in New Orleans
They call it the Rising Sun
They call it the Rising Sun
My daddy was a tailor
He sews on them new bluejeans
And my mama, she was a drunkard, lord
Drinkin' down in New Orleans
Drinkin' down in New Orleans
Now the only thing a gambler needs
Is a suitcase and trunk
And the only time he′s satisfied
Is when he′s on a drunk
I'm going back to New Orleans
My race is almost run
I don′t want to spend the rest of my live long days
Beneath the Rising Sun
Beneath the Rising Sun
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
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