House Of The Rising Sun

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

There is a house in new orleans

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

Be at home today

Bein so young

And foolish my lord

Let a gambler lead me astray

My mother was a tailor

Sews new blue jeans

My sweethearts is a drunkarad lord

Drinks down in new orleans

Now the only thing 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 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 sun