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
Rayando el sol Rayando por ti Esta pena, me duele, me quema sin tu amor No me has llamado, estoy desesperado son Muchas lunas las que te he llorado Rayando
Originally performed by Animals There is a house in New Orleans, They call the "Rising Sun", It's been the ruin of many a poor boy, And God, I know,
I rock the ill shit, ya know I kill shit And then I build shit, get off my dills nit 'Cause I don't play that, my style goes way back I kick my shit one
There is a house in New Orleans they call the Rising Sun And it's been the ruin of many poor boys and Lord I know I'm one My mother she was a taylor
There is a house in New Orleans They call the Rising Sun And it's been the ruin of many poor boy And God I know I'm one My mother was a tailor She sewed
There is a house in New Orleans They call, 'The Rising Sun' And it's been a ruin of many a poor boy And God I know, I'm one My mother was a tailor She
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
Rayando el sol, me despedi bajo la brisa, y ahi me acorde de ti llegando al puente, del puente me devolvi banado en lagrimas, las que derrame por ti
There is a house down in New Orleans They call the Risin' Sun And it's been the ruin of many a poor girl And me, oh God, I'm a-one My mother was a tailor
There is a house in New Orleans they call the Rising Sun And it's been the ruin of many a poor boy and Lord I know I'm one My mother was a talor boys
There is a house in New Orleans Down in the Vie aux Carree A house they call the Rising Sun Where love and money are made My father he was a gambler
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
There is a house in New Orleans They call the Rising Sun, And it's been the ruin for many a poor boy, And God, I know I'm one. My mother was a tailor
My mother was a tailor She sewed these new blue jeans My father was a gambler Down in New Orleans The only thing a gambler needs His suitcase and
[version 1] There is a house in new orleans, They call it the risin' sun And it's been the ruin Of many poor girl, And me, oh god, I'm one. There is
There is a house in New Orleans They call the Rising Sun Well it's been the ruin of many a poor boy And God, I know, I'm one Well Mother, tell your children
There is a house in New Orleans They call it the Rising Sun And it's been the ruin of many a poor girl And me, oh God, I'm one If I had only listened
