quinta-feira, março 20, 2008

House Of

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' 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