🐲 House Of The Rising Sun Ghost Of Johnny Cash Lyrics

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'm one My mother was a tailor She sewed my new blue jeans My father was a gamblin' man Way down in New Orleans Now the only thing a gambler needs Is a suitcase and trunk And the only time he feels satisfied Is when he's on a drunk Oh 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 was a gamblin' man Down in New Orleans Now the only thing a gambler needs Is a suitcase and trunk And the only time he's satisfied Is when he's on a drunk Lyrics to The Ghost Of Johnny Cash 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 boy And God I know I'm one My mother was a tailor She sewed my new bluejeans My father was a gamblin' 53 views 2 weeks ago. ""The House of the Rising Sun" is a traditional folk song, sometimes called "Rising Sun Blues". It tells of a person's life gone wrong in the city of New Orleans. I'm goin' back to New Orleans To wear that ball and chain Well, 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 A Casa do Sol Nascente Há uma casa em Nova Orleans Eles a chamam de Sol Nascente E tem sido a ruína de muitos garotos pobres E, Deus, sei que sou um deles The House of the Rising Sun lyrics 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 was a gamblin' man Down in New Orleans Now the only thing a gambler needs Is a suitcase and trunk And the only time he's satisfied Tekst piosenki: 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 was a gamblin' man. Down in New Orleans. Watch the video for House of the Rising Sun from The Ghost Of Johnny Cash's Lost Archive for free, and see the artwork, lyrics and similar artists. Am G I can taste the salt; feel the blisters on my hand D/F# F As I'm pulling at the ores, rowing on to glory land, Am C G D/F# And sitting in the stern, singin' hymns and talkin' trash Am G D/F# F HAkBmxB.

house of the rising sun ghost of johnny cash lyrics