Текст песни House of the Rising Sun - The White Buffalo

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, she's a tailor
Sewed my new blued jeans
My father was a gambling man
Down in New Orleans

The only thing a gambler needs
A suitcase and a trunk
The only way to keep him satisfied
Is when he's on a drunk

Now mother tell your children
Never do what I have done
To shun the house in New Orleans
Amid the rising sun

I got one foot on the platform
The other's on the train
And I'm going back to spend my life
Wearing that ball and chain

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'm one
And God, I know I'm one