The House Of The Rising Sun — текст песни (Frijid Pink)

There is a house in New Orleans

they call it Rising Sun.
And it`s been the ruin of many a poor boy

and God
I know I`m one.

My mother was a tailor
sewed my new blue jeans
my father was a 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 adrunk.

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.

Well I`ve got one foot on the platform
the other foot on the train.
I`m going back to New Orleans
to wear that ball and chain.

There is a house in New Orleans

they call it Rising Sun.
And it`s been the ruin of many a poor boy

and God
I know I`m one.