The House Of The Rising Sun
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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.
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.
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.