Letra de House of the rising sun de Walls Of Jericho
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Letra de HOUSE OF THE RISING SUN de WALLS OF JERICHO.
( Walls Of Jericho )
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 bluejeans,
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.
Oh mother tell your children,
Not to do what I have done:
To spend your lifes in sin and misery,
In the house of the Rising Sun.
Well i got one foot on the platform,
The other foot on the train,
I´m going back to New Orleans,
To wear that ball and chain.
Well, 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
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 bluejeans,
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.
Oh mother tell your children,
Not to do what I have done:
To spend your lifes in sin and misery,
In the house of the Rising Sun.
Well i got one foot on the platform,
The other foot on the train,
I´m going back to New Orleans,
To wear that ball and chain.
Well, 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
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