There is a house in New Orleans They call the Rising Sun 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 gambler lord 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
It's one foot on the platform The other is on the train I'm going back to New Orleans To wear that ball and chainTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
