There is a house in New Orleans They call the Rising Sun And it's been the ruin of many a poor girl And God I know I'm one My mother she's a tailor She sews those new bluejeans My father he's 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 ever satisfied Is when he's on a drunk I got one foot on the platform The other foot on the train I'm goin' back to New Orleans To wear that ball and chain Oh mother tell your children Not to do as I have done Spend your lives in sin and misery In the House of the Rising Sun There is a house in New Orleans They call the Rising Sun And it's been the ruin of many a poor girl And God I know I'm one
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