Buster Poindexter - House of the Rising Sun | Текст песни

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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 used to sew me new blue jeans
My father was a gamblin' man
Down in New Orleans

Now the only thing a gambler needs
Is just a suitcase and trunk
And the only time he's satisfied
Was when he was on a drunk

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, I got one foot on the platform
And got the other on the train
I'm goin' back to New Orleans
To wear that ball and chain

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

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