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There is a house in New Orleans
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 They call the Rising Sun
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 And it's been the ruin of many a poor boy
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 And God I know I'm one

 My mother was a tailor
 She sewed my new bluejeans
 My father was a gamblin' man
 Down in New Orleans

 Now the only thing a gambler needs
 Is a suitcase and trunk
 And the only time he's satisfied
 Is when he's on a drunk

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 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

 Well, I got one foot on the platform
 The other foot on the train
 I'm goin' back to New Orleans
 To wear that ball and chain

 Well, 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