Letras de The Real 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 sewed 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 things I've done
But shun 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