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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 gamblin' 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 trump

Oh mother, tell your children Not to do what I have done 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 goin' 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
And God, I know I'm one

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