Anna Christine Performs - House of the Rising Sun | Текст песни

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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
Sewed my new blue jeans
My father was gamblin' man
Down in New Orleans

Now the only thing a gambler needs
Is a suitcase and a trunk
And the only time he'll be satisfied
Is when he's all 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

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