Letra de House of the rising sun

House Of The Rising Sun

by N/A
There is a house in New Orleans.
They call the Rising Sun.
And it´s been the ruin of many young poor boys
And God I know I´m one.

My mother was a tailor
She sewed my new blue jeans
My father was a gamblin man
Down in New Orleans.

Now the only thing a gambler needs
Is a suitcase and a trunk
And the only time that he´s satisfied
Is when he´s all drunk.

Oh mother tell your children
Not to do what I have done
To spend their life in sin and misery
In the house of the Rising Sun.

With one foot on the platform
And the other foot on the train
I´m 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 young poor boys
And god I know I´m one.