paroles de chanson House of the Rising Son - Darrell Mansfield

There is a house in New Orleans
They call the Rising Sun
It's been the ruin of many a poor boy
And God, I know I was one
My mother was a tailor
Sewed my new blue jeans
My father was a gamblin' man
Way Down in New Orleans
Now 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 saved a wretch like me.
I once was lost but now am found,
Was blind, but now I see.
Amazing Grace, how sweet the sound,
That saved a wretch like me.
I once was lost but now am found,
Was blind, but now I see.