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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
She sewed my new blue jeans
My father was a gambling man
Down in New Orleans.
Now the only thing a gambler needs
Is a suitcase and a trunk
And the only time, he's satisfied,
Is when he's on a drunk
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Oh, mother, tell your children
Not to do what I have done
Spend your lives in sin and misery
In the House of 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
Well, there is a house in New Orleans
They call the "Rising Sun"
And it's been the ruin of many a poor boy
