There is a house in new orleans they call the rising sun. and its been the ruin of many a poor any and god i know im one my mother was a tailor she sewed my new blue jeans my father was a gamblin man down in new orleans now the only thing a gambler needs is a suitcase and a trunk and the only time hes satisfied is when hes on a drunk 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 well i got one foot on the platform the other foot on the train im going back to new orleans to wear that ball and chain
Posted on: Sat, 17 Aug 2013 07:47:11 +0000
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