Letra de House of the Rising Sun
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House of the Rising Sun
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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, he was a gamblin' man
Way down in New Orleans
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, he was a gamblin' man
Way down in New Orleans
Oh, mother, tell your children
Not to do what I have done
Don't spend your life in sheer misery
In the House of the Rising Sun
Don't spend your life
In the House of the Rising Sun
Don't, don't, don't spend your life
In the House of the Rising Sun
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, he was a gamblin' man
Way down in New Orleans
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, he was a gamblin' man
Way down in New Orleans
Oh, mother, tell your children
Not to do what I have done
Don't spend your life in sheer misery
In the House of the Rising Sun
Don't spend your life
In the House of the Rising Sun
Don't, don't, don't spend your life
In the House of the Rising Sun
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