House Of The Rising Sun (

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House Of The Rising Sun
 
 
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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.
 
 
My mother was a tailor sewed my new blue jeans.
My father was a gamblin' man down in New Orleans
 
 
Now the only thing a gambler needs is a suitcase and a trunk
And the only time he'll be satisfied, is when he's down and drunk.
 
 
Oh mother tell your children not to do what I have done.
Spend your lives in sin and misery, in the house of the rising sun.
 
 
I've got one foot on the platform. The oth'r foot on the train.
I'm goin' 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 a poor boy and God, I know I'm one.