The House Of The Rising Sun

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There is a house in New Orleans, 
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They call it 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 tailores 
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. 
 
Well I‘ve got one foot on the platform 
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 it Rising Sun. 
And it‘s been the ruin of many a poor boy, 
And God, I know I‘m one.