Letras
There is a house in New Orleans
They call the Rising Sun
It's been the ruin of many a poor boy
And me, oh God, I am 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 trunk
And the only time he's satisfied
Is when his arms are drunk
Oh mothers, tell your children
Not to do what I have done
Spend your lives with sin and misery
In the House of the Rising Sun
Got one foot on the platform
The other foot on the train
I'm goin' back, back to New Orleans
To wear that ball and chain
There is a house in New Orleans
They call the Rising Sun
Well it's been the ruin of many a poor boy
Oh God, I know I'm one
Oh, oh, the House of the Rising Sun