Il testo della House of the rising sun

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 blue jeans
My father was a gamblin' man
Down in new orleans

Now the only thing a gambler needs
Is his suitcase and his trunk
And the only time he's satisfied
Is when he's gone and 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

Well, i got one foot on the platform
The other foot on the train
I'm goin' 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