There is a house in New Orleans They call The Rising Sun And its been the ruin of many other poor boys And god, I know, Im one My mother was a tailor She sewed my new blue jeans My father was a gamblin man Down in new orleans And the only thing a gambler needs is A suitcase and a trunk And the only time hell be satisfied Is when hes on 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 Well Ive got one foot on the platform And the other on the train I am going Back to new orleans to wear that ball and chain There is a house in New Orleans They call The Rising Sun And its been the ruin of many other poor boys And god, I know, Im one
Posted on: Wed, 05 Nov 2014 01:23:18 +0000
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