Frijid Pink - House Of The Rising Sun | Текст песни

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There is a house in New Orleans
They call it Rising Sun.
And it's been a ruin of many a poor boy
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 he'll be satisfied
Is when he's all adrunk.

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, there is a house in New Orleans
They call it Rising Sun.
And it's been a ruin of many a poor boy
And God I know I'm one.

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