Paroles de House Of The Rising Sun

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 moma 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 trunk And the only time he's satisfied Is when he's on a drunk So mothers tell your children Not to do what I have done Spend your lives in misery In the House of the rising Sun