Groovy Elisa

Oggi mi sento così
messi i vestiti neri e fucsia
indosso la gonna marrone
Messo da parte il Glam
i lustrini, le paillettes, i boa di struzzo e il phard rosa perlato sulle guance
mi ricopro di verde sotto bosco, cachi e marrone e canto
canto questa canzone

There is a house in New Orleans
They call the Risin Sun
And its been the ruin of many a poor boy.
And God, I know Im 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 a trunk
And the only time that hes satisfied
Is when hes on a drunk

Oh, Mother, tell your children
Not to do what I have done.
Spend your lives in sin and misery
In the house of the risin sun.

Well, Ive got one foot on the platform.
the other foot on the train.
Im goin back to New Orleans
To wear that ball and chain.

Well, there is a house in New Orleans
They call the Risin Sun
And its been the ruin of many a poor boy.
And God, I know Im one.
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