There is a house in New Orleans
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They call the Rising Sun,
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And it's been the ruin for many a poor boy,
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And God, I know I'm one.
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My mother was a tailor,
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Sewed my new blue jeans.
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My father was a gamblin' man
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Down in New Orleans.
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Now, the only thing a gambler needs
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Is a suitcase and a trunk,
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And the only time he'll be satisfied
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Is when he's all adrunk.
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Oh, Mother, tell your children
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Not to do what I have done,
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Spend your lives in sin and misery
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In the house of the Rising Sun.
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Well, I've got one foot on the platform,
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The other foot on the train.
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I'm going back to New Orleans
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To wear that ball and chain.
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Well, there is a house in New Orleans
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They call the Rising Sun,
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And it's been the ruin for many a poor boy,
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And God, I know I'm one.
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House Of The Rising Sun
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Evereve |