paroles de chanson House of the Rising Sun - Chase Holfelder
There
is
a
house
in
New
Orleans
They
call
The
Rising
Sun
And
it′s
been
the
ruin
of
many
other
poor
boys
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
A
suitcase
and
a
trunk
The
only
way
to
keep
him
satisfied
Is
when
he's
all
a
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
(Amazing
Grace
How
sweet
the
sound
That
damned
a
wrench
like
me
I
once
was
lost
And
still
not
found
Had
sight
Now
I
can't
see)
There
is
a
house
in
New
Orleans
They
call
The
Rising
Sun
(yeah)
And
it′s
been
the
ruin
of
many
a
small
boy
And
god,
I
know,
I′m
one
(Had
sight
now
I
have
none)
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