House Of The Rising Sun (live)

House Of The Rising Sun (Live) - Nina Simone (妮娜·西蒙)

Written by：Traditional

There is a house in New Orleans

They call it the rising sun

And it's been the ruin

Of many a poor girl

And me oh lord I'm one

If I'd listened what my mama said

I'd be at home today

But bein' so young and foolish my lord

Let a gambler lead me astray

Now my mother is a tailor

She sews those new blue jeans

And my sweetheart is a drunkard lord

Drinks down in New Orleans

Now the only thing a drunken man needs

Is a suitcase and a trunk

And the only time he's satisfied

Lord is when he's on the run

Somebody go get my baby sister

Tell her to do

Never to do

What I have done

But shun that house in New Orleans

They call it the rising sun

Well I'm goin' back to New Orleans

My race is almost run

Yes I'm goin' back to spend my life

Beneath beneath the rising