SUMMER TIME〜HOUSE OF THE RISING SUNの歌詞

Summertime, and the livin' is easy
Fish are jumpin' and the cotton is high
Oh! Your Daddy's rich and your Mama's good lookin'
So, hush little baby, don't you cry...

One of these mornin's you're gonna rise up singin'
Then you'll spread your wings, and you'll take to the sky
But 'till that mornin' there's a nothin' can harm you,
with your Daddy and Mammy standin' by...

So, hush little baby, don't you cry...

There is a house in New Orleans, they call the "Rising Sun",
and it's been the ruin of many a poor boy,
and God, I know, I'm one.

My mother was a tailor, she sewed my new blue jeans,
My father was a gambling man,
Down in New Orleans.

Oh mother, tell your children,
Not to do what I have done
Spend your lives in sin and misery,
In the "House of the Rising Sun"

Well, there is a house in New Orleans,
They call the "Rising Sun",
And it's been the ruin of many a poor boy,
And God, I know, I'm one.