Il testo della The house of the rising sun

There is a house down in new orleans
They call the rising sun
And it's been the ruin for many a poor boy and me
Oh god, i'm one

My mother was a tailor
She sowed these old blue jeans
My father was a gambler, lord
Down in new orleans

The only thing a gambler needs
Is a suitcase and a trunk
And the only time he's ever satisfied
Is when he's on a drunk

Go tell my baby sister
Not to do the the things i've done
Outshine that house down in new orleans
That they call the rising sun

There is a house down in new orleans
That they call the rising sun
And it's been the ruin for many a poor boy and me
Oh god, i'm one