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, She sewed my new bluejeans, My father was a gamblin' man, Down in New Orleans.
Now the only thing a gambler needs, Is a suitcase and trunk, And the only time he's satisfied, Is when he's on a drunk.
Oh mother tell your children, Not to do what I have done: To spend your lives in sin and misery, In the house of the Rising Sun.
Well i got one foot on the platform, The other foot on the train, I'm going back to New Orleans, To wear that ball and chain.
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