paroles de chanson The House Of The Rising Sun - Peter Hofmann

There is a house in New Orleans
They call the Rising Sun
And it's been the ruin of many a poor boy
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

Got one foot on the platform
The other foot on the train
I'm going back to New Orleans
To wear that ball and chain

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

Oh In the house of the Rising Sun

Rising Sun

Rising Sun

Rising Sun