House Of The Rising Sun — текст песни (Claude King)

There is a house in New Orleans they call the Rising Sun
And it`s been the ruin of many poor boys and Lord I know I`m one

My mother she was a taylor she sowed my new blue jeans
My father he was a gambler way down in New Orleans
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
There is a house in New Orleans...
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Poor mother go tell all your children not to do what I have done
Spend your life in sin and misery in a house of the Rising Sun
Well I got one foot on the black farm the other foot on a train
I`m goin` back to New Orleans wear that ball and chain
There is a house in New Orleans...
Yes Lord I know I`m one