Текст песни House Of The Rising Sun - The Weavers

There is a house in New Orleans
They call the Rising Sun
It has been the ruin of many a poor girl
And me oh God, was one
My husband, he was gambling man,
He went from town to town,
And the only time that he was satisfied,
Is when he drank his liquor down.
Now the only thing thata gambling man needs
Is a suitcase and a trunk,
And the only time he's ever satisfied
Is when he's on a drunk
Oh I'll tell my baby sister,
Not to do what I have done,
But to shun that house in New Orleans,
And they call the rising sun.
When I'm going back to New Orleans,
My race is almost run
And going back to spend the rest of my life
Beneath that rising sun.