House of the Rising Sun (Live) [Remastered] - Nina Simone

Traditional

There is a house in New Orleans

Call it the Rising Sun

And it's been the ruin

Of many a poor girl

And me, oh Lord, I'm one

If I'd listened what my mama said

Be at home today

Bein' so young

And foolish, my Lord

Let a gambler lead me astray

My mother was a tailor

Sews new blue jeans

My sweetheart's is a drunkarad, Lord

Drinks down in New Orleans

Go tell my baby sister

Never do what I have done

Shun that house in New Orleans

They call it the Rising Sun

Goin' back to New Orleans

Race is almost run

Goin' back to spend my life

Beneath, beneath, beneath, oh Lord

Beneath, oh now

Beneath the rising, rising sun

Now, now

You come on bye