The Rising Sun 歌詞
The Rising Sun - Roy Acuff
There is a house in New Orleans they call the rising sun
It's been the ruin of many poor boy
And me oh Lord poor one
Go to tell my youngest brother not to do as
I have done
Who shunned that house in
New Orleans they call the Rising Sun
Go fill the glasses to the brim
And let the drinks go marry round
We'll drink to the half of a rounder
Poor boy who goes from town to town
The only thing a rounder needs is a suitcase
And a trunk
The only time he is satisfied is
When he's on a drunk
So shun that house in
New Orleans they call the rising sun
It's been the ruin of many poor boy
And me oh Lord poor one