الكلمات الأصلية
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There is a house in New Orleans
They call the 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
She sewed my new blue jeans
My father was a gamblin' man
Down, down in New Orleans
Oh, mothers, tell my baby sister
Not to do what I have done
Spend your lives in sin and misery
In the House of the Rising Sun
Got one foot on the platform
The other foot on the train
I'm goin' back to New Orleans
To wear that ball and chain
Oh, mothers, tell my baby sister
Not to do what I have done
Spend your lives in sin and misery
In the House of the Rising Sun
