Текст песни The 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 other poor boys And God, I know, I'm one My mother, she was a tailor Sewed my new blue jeans My father, he was a gamblin' man Down in New Orleans And the only thing a gambler needs is A suitcase and a trunk And the only time is satisfied And when he's on a drunk Oh mother, tell your children Not to do what I have done Spend your lives in sin and misery In the house of the rising sun Well I've got one foot on the platform And the other on the train I am going back to New Orleans 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 other poor boys And God, I know, I'm the one