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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,
Sewed my new blue jeans.
And 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 he'll be satisfied
Is when he is 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 Rising Sun

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

~~~♫♫♫ ~~~

Well, I got one foot on the platform,
The other foot on the train
And I'm goin' back to New Orleans
To wear that ball and chain

(Yeeeeeeah)

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