Letra House Of The Rising Sun de Pink Floyd

There is a house in New Orleans, they call the rising sun.
And it's been the ruin of many young, poor boys.
And God, I know I'm one.

My mother was a tailor,
she sewed my new blue jeans.
My father was a gambling man,
down in New Orleans.

Now the only thing a gambler needs
is a suitcase and a trunk.
And the only time he is satisfied
is when he's cold and drunk.

Oh, mother, tell your children
not to do what I have done.
Spend your life concealed in misery
in the house of the rising sun.

Well I 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.
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There is a house in New Orleans
they call the rising sun.
And it's been the ruin of many young, poor boys.
And God, I know I'm one.