There is a house in New Orleans
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They call it the Rising Sun
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And it's been the ruin of many a poor girl
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And me, oh God, I'm one
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If I had only listened of what my mama said
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I'd be at home today
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But bein' so young and foolish, my Lord
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Let a gambler lead me astray
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Now, my mother is a tailor
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She sews those new blue jeans
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And my sweetheart is a drunkard, Lord
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Drinks down in New Orleans
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Now the only thing a drunken man needs
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Is a suitcase and a trunk
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And the only time he's satisfied
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Lord, is when he's on the drunk
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Somebody go get my baby sister
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Tell her to do, not to do what I have done
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But shun that house in New Orleans
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They call it the Rising Sun
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Well, I'm goin' back to New Orleans
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My race is almost run
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Yes, I'm goin' back to spend my life
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Beneath, beneath, the rising sun
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There is a house in New Orleans
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They call it the Rising Sun
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And it's been the ruin of many a poor girl
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And me, oh God, I'm one
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If I had only listened of what my mama said
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I'd be at home today
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But bein' so young and foolish, my Lord
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Let a gambler lead me astray
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The House Of The Rising Sun
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Nina Simone |