The House of the Rising Sun

Originale

La famosa versione al maschile de The Animals di Eric Burdon,...

THE HOUSE OF THE RISING SUN There is a house in New Orleans They call the Rising Sun And it has been the ruin of many a poor girl And me, oh God, for one If I had listened to what my mother said I'd been at home today But I was young and foolish, oh God Let the rambler lead me astray Go and tell my baby sister Don't do what I have done But to shun that house in New Orleans They call the Rising Sun I'm going back to New Orleans My race is almost run I'm going back to spend my life Beneath that Rising Sun

THE HOUSE OF 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 My mother was a tailor Sewed my new blue jeans My father was gamblin' man Down in New Orleans Now the only thing a gambler needs Is a suitcase and a trunk And the only time he'll be satisfied Is when he's all a-drunk Oh mother, 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 The other foot on the train I'm going back to New Orleans To wear that ball and chain Well 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