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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 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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