House of the rising sun
Songtekst There is a house in New OrleansThey call the Rising SunIt’s been the ruin of many a poor boyAnd me, oh God, I’m one My mother was a tailorShe sewed my new blue jeansMy father was a gambling manDown in New Orleans Now the only thing a gambler needsIs a suitcase and a truckAnd the only time he’s satisfiedIs
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