There is a house in New Orleans They call the Rising Sun And it's been the ruin of many a poor boy And Lord 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
There is a house in New Orleans They call the Rising Sun And it's been the ruin of many a poor boy And Lord I know I'm oneTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
