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 mother was a tailor She 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 trunk And the only time he's satisfied Is when he's on a drunk Mother, please tell your children Not to do what I have done Spend your little lives in sin and misery In the House of the Rising Sun I got one foot on the platform, babe Another foot on the train And I'm goin' back to New Orleans, babe To wear that ball and chain 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