House of the Rising Sun

There is a house in New Orleans, baby And it's called the Rising Sun So it's been the ruin of many poor girls And, Lord, Lord, I know I'm one My mother was a tailor She sewed my new bluejeans You know my father was just a gamblin man Way down, down in New Orleans And the only thing a gambler needs Is a suitcase and a trunk And the only time you'll be satisfied Oh, is when, when he's all drunk I got one foot on, on the platform And the other is on that train You known I'm going back, back to New Orleans, baby I got to wear, wear that ball and chain So, mother, mother, mother, mother tell your children Don't you, don't you do what I have done You've got to spend your life away from that misery Of the house, house of the Rising Sun There is a house in New Orleans And it's called the Rising Sun TGMDev Www.tgmdev.be