H.r.s. Songtext

There is a house down in New Orleans
they call the rising sun
it´s been the ruin of many poor girls
and me, oh god, I´m one

My mother was a taylor
she sewd these new blue jeans
my sweetheart was a gambler, oh lord
down in New Orleans

He only thing a gambler needs
is a suitcase and a trunk
the only time he´s ( half ) satisfied
is when he´s on a drunk

Go tell my baby sister
not to do what I have done
shun that house down in new orleans
they call the rising sun

Cuando Juanica y Chan-chan
en el mar cernían arena
como meneaba el jibe
a Chan-chan le daba pena
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