There is a house in New Orleans. They call the Rising Sun. And it's been the ruin of many young poor boys And God I know I'm one. My mother was a tailor
Превод: Калан Портер. Кућа излазећег сунца.
house of the Rising Sun. With one foot on the platform And the other foot on the train I'm going back to New Orleans To wear that ball and chain There is a house