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 Sewed my new blue jeans My father was gamblin' man Down in New Orleans
Now the only thing a gambler needs Is a suitcase and a trunk And the only time he'll be satisfied Is when he's all 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've got one foot on the platform The other foot on the train I'm going back to New Orleans To wear that ball and chain
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 oneTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
