There is a house in New Orleans
They call the Risin’ Sun
And it’s been the ruin of many a poor boy
And God, I Know I’m a-one
My mother was a tailor
She sewed my new blue jeans
My father was a gambler man,
Down in New Orleans
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Полный текст: House Of The Rising Sun.
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