There is a house in New Orleans They call the Rising Sun It's been the ruin of a many a poor girl And me, oh God, are one
If I had listened like momma said I would not be here today But being so young and foolish, oh god That a gambler lead me astray
My mother she is a tailor She sewed those new blue jeans My sweatheart, he's a drunker Drinks down in New Orleans
Go tell my baby sister Never do like I have done To shun that house in New Orleans That they call, the Rising Sun
One foot's on the platform And the other's on the train I'm going back to New Orleans To wear that ball and chain
I'm going back to New Orleans My race is almost run I'm going back to spend my life Beneath that Rising Sun
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