Oh there is a house in New Orleans. They call the Rising Sun. It's been the ruin of many young poor girls And God I know I'm one. My mother, she was a tailor, yeah yeah She sewed my new blue jeans My father, he was a gamblin man Down in New Orleans. I got one foot on the platform, yeah The other foot on the train I'm going back to New Orleans To wear that ball and chain Oh mother please tell your children, oh yeah Not to do what I have done Go and spend their lives in sin and misery In the house of the Rising Sun. Now the only thing a gambler needs Is a suitcase and a trunk And the only time he will be satisfied Is when he's all drunk. Oh there is a house in New Orleans. They call the Rising Sun. It's been the ruin of many young poor girls And God I know I'm one.
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