Текст песни House Of The Rising Sun

There is a house in New Orleans They call The Rising Sun And it's been the ruin of many a poor girls And God, I know I'm one My mother was a tailor She sowed my new blue jeans My sweetheart he was a gambler, oh, Lord Down in New Orleans Oh, mother, tell my baby sister Not to do what I have done But shun that house in New Orleans They call The Rising Sun Is my one foot on the platform The other is on the train I'm going back to New Orleans To wear that ball and chain