Letra de House of the rising sun

There is a house in New Orleans,
They call the "Rising Sun",
It´s been the ruin of many a poor girl,
And God, I know, I´m one.

My mother was a tailor,
She sewed those new blue jeans,
my husbend he´s a gambling man,
drinks down in New Orleans.

My husbend in a gambler,
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He goes from town to town,
The only time, he´s satisfied, is when
He drinks his liquor down.

Oh, mother, tell your children
Not to do what I have done -
Spend your lives in sin and misery
In the House of Rising Sun

One foot on the platform,
The other´s on the train,
I´m going back to New Orleans,
to wear that ball and chain.

Going back to New Orleans,
My race is almost run,
I´m going to spend the rest of my life,
Beneath that "Rising Sun".