Odetta - House Of The Rising Son текст песни

There is a house in New Orleans
They call the Rising Sun
It’s been the ruin of many poor girl
And I’m only one
If I had listened what my mama said
I’d been at home today
But being young and foolish
Let a gambler lead me astray
My mother, she’s a tailor
Sold those new blue jeans
My sweetheart, he’s a drunkard
Drinks way down in New Orleans
Go tell my baby sister
Never do like I have done
To shun the house in New Orleans
They call the Rising Sun
One foot is on the platform
And the other one on this train
I’m going back to New Orleans
Can’t get rid of my ball and chain
I’m going back to New Orleans
My race is almost run
I’m going back to spend my life
'Neath the house of the rising sun
There is a house in New Orleans