House of the Rising Sun

House of the Rising Sun - Nina Simone (妮娜·西蒙)

Written by：Traditional

There is a house in New Orleans

They call it the rising sun

And its been the ruin

Of many a poor girl

And me oh god I'm one

If I'd listened what my mama said

And be at home today

But being so young

And foolish my lord

Let a gambler lead me astray

And my mother was a tailor

She sews new blue jeans

And my sweetheart is a drunker lord

Drinks down in New Orleans

Now the only thing a drunk man needs

Is a suitcase and drunk

And the only time he's satisfied

Only is when he's on a drunk

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

When I'm goin' back to New Orleans

Everything almost run

Yes I'm goin' back to spend my life

Beneath the rising sun