House Of The Rising Sun

House Of The Rising Sun - Joni Mitchell (瓊尼·米契兒)

Lyrics by：Trad.

Composed by：Trad.

There is a house in New Orleans

They call the rising sun

It's been the ruin of many a poor girl

And me oh God for one

If I had listened to what my mamma said

I'd be at home today

But I was young and foolish poor girl

Let a gambler lead me astray

My mother she's a tailor

She sews those old blue jeans

My father he's a gamblin' man

Drinks down in New Orleans

Go tell my baby sister

Not to do as I have done

You shun that house in New Orleans

They call it the rising sun

Well I'm going back to New Orleans

My race is almost run

I'm going to spend the rest of my days

Beneath that rising sun

Well one foot is on the platform

And the other one's on the train

I'm going to spend the rest of my days

Wearing that ball and chain