Текст песни House Of The Rising Sun

There is a place in New Orleans they call the rising sun It's been the ruin of many young, poor men And Lord knows I'm one My mother, she was a tailor she sewed my new blue jeans My father is a gambling man down in New Orleans There is a house in New Orleans they call the rising sun It's been the ruin of many young, poor men And Lord knows I'm one The only thing a gambler needs is a suitcase and a trunk The only time that he is satisfied is when he's cold and drunk So, mama, please, tell your children not to do what I've done Stay away from the house in New Orleans they call the rising sun There is a place in New Orleans they call the rising sun So mama, tell your children, please stay away from the place they call the rising sun There is a place in New Orleans they call the rising sun It's been the ruin of many young, poor men And Lord knows I'm one