House of the rising sun

oudersenzo

8 jaar geleden

Songtekst

There is a house in New Orleans
They call the Rising Sun
It’s been the ruin of many a poor boy
And me, oh God, I’m one

My mother was a tailor
She sewed my new blue jeans
My father was a gambling man
Down in New Orleans

Now the only thing a gambler needs
Is a suitcase and a truck
And the only time he’s satisfied
Is when he’s all drunk

He fills his glass up to the brim
And he’ll pass the cards around
And the only pleasure he gets out of his life
Is ramblin’ from town to town

Oh mother, please tell your children
Not to do what I have done
Spend your life in sin and misery
In the House of the Rising Sun

Well, it’s one foot on the platform
And the other foot on the train
I’m going back to New Orleans
To wear that ball and chain

I’m going back to New Orleans
My race is almost run
I’m going back to New Orleans
Down in the Rising Sun

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