โหลดเพลง mp3 House Of The Rising Sun - Woody Guthrie

House Of The Rising Sun - Woody Guthrie/Sonny Terry
There is a house in New Orleans
You call the Rising Sun

It's been the ruin of many a poor soul
And me oh God I'm one

If I'd listened to what mama said
I'd be at home today

Being so young and foolish poor girl
I let a gambler lead me astray

My mother she's a tailor

Sews those new blue jeans

My sweetheart he's a drunkard Lord God
He drinks down in New Orleans

The only thing a drunkard needs
Is a suitcase and a trunk

The only time that he's half satisfied
Is when he's on a drunk

He fills his glasses to the brim
Passes them around

The only pleasure that he gets out of life
Is a-hoboin' from town to town

Go and tell my baby sister

Never do like I have done

Shun that house down in New Orleans
That they call that Rising Sun

It's one foot on the platform

One foot on the train

I'm going back down to New Orleans
To wear my ball and my chain

Going back down to New Orleans
My time is almost run

Going back down to New Orleans
To that house of the Rising Sun