Lauren O'Connell - House of the Rising Sun (Traditional song) | Текст песни

• Тексты песен
• Lauren O'Connell
• House of the Rising Sun (Traditional song)

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

My mother was a tailor.
She sowed my new blue jeans.
My sweetheart he was a gamblin' man
Down in New Orleans.

Oh mother tell my baby sister
Not to do what I have done
But shun that house in New Orleans
They call the Rising Sun.

Is my one foot on the platform
The other is on the train
I'm going back to New Orleans
To wear that ball and chain.


Lauren O'Connell еще тексты