Dům u vycházejícího slunce

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There is a house in 
NewOrleans, 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 gambling man, 
down in New Orleans. 
Now the only thing a gambler needs.., 
is asuit case and chum. 
And the only time, 
he'llbe sat is fied, 
is whenhe's on a drum. 
Oh mother, tell your children, 
Nottodo, whatI, have done. 
Spend your lives in sin 
and misery, 
In the "House of the Rising Sun"