H.R.S. lyrics

There is a house down in New Orleans they call the rising sun it´s been the ruin of many poor girls and me, oh god, I´m one My mother was a taylor she sewd these new blue jeans my sweetheart was a gambler, oh lord down in New Orleans He only thing a gambler needs is a suitcase and a trunk the only time he´s ( half ) satisfied is when he´s on a drunk Go tell my baby sister not to do what I have done shun that house down in new orleans they call the rising sun Cuando Juanica y Chan-chan en el mar cernían arena como meneaba el jibe a Chan-chan le daba pena