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There is a house in New Orleans they call the Rising Sun.
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And it’s been the ruin of many a poor boy and God, I know I’m one.
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My mother was a tailor, she sewed my new blue jeans.
My father was a gamblin’ man down in New Orleans
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Now the only thing a gambler needs is a suitcase and a trunk
And the only time that he’s satisfied, is when he’s down and drunk.
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Oh mothers tell, tell your children not to do what I have done.
Spend your lives in sin and misery, in the house of the rising sun.
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I’ve got one foot on the platform. The oth’r foot on the train.
I’m goin’ now to New Orleans, to wear that ball and chain.
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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.
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