Letras
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 Lord, for one
If I had listened what mama said, I'd have been at home today
But been so young and foolish, oh Lord, I let a gambler lead me astray
My mother is a tailor, she sews those new blue jeans
My sweetheart is a gamblin' man, drinks down in New Orleans
Well, the only thing a gambler needs is a suitcase and a trunk
And the only time he's satisfied is when he's all drunk
He will fill those glasses to the brim and he passes them around
And the only pleasure he gets out of
Life is a-hoblin' from town to town
So tell my baby sister, don't do what I have done
But shun that house in New Orleans they call the Rising Sun
Oh, I'm goin' back to New Orleans, my life is almost run
I'm goin' back to spend my days beneath the Rising Sun