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 on e.
My mother was a tailor
She sewed my new bluejeans
My father was a gamblin man
Down in New Orleans.
Now the on ly thing a gambler needs
Is a suitcase and a trunk
And the on ly time that he's satisfied
Is when he's all drunk.
Oh mother tell your children
Not to do what I have done
To spend their life in sin and misery
In the house of the Rising Sun.
With on e foot on the platform
And the other foot on the train
I'm going back to New Orleans
To wear that ball and chain
There is a house in New Orleans
They call the Rising Sun
And it's been the ruin of many young poor boys
And god I know I'm on e.
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