There is a house down in New Orleans they call the rising sun
And it`s been the ruin of many a poor girl and me, oh God, I`m one.
My mother was a tailor, she sowed these new blue jeans
My sweetheart was a gambler, Lord, down in New Orleans.
Now the only thing a gambler needs is a suitcase and a trunk
And the only time when he`s satisfied is when he`s on a drunk.
He fills his glasses up to the brim and he`ll pass the cards around
And the only pleasure he gets out of life is rambling from town to town
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Oh tell my baby sister not to do what I have done
But shun that house in New Orleans they call the rising sun.
Well with one foot on the platform and the other foot on the train
I`m going back to New Orleans to wear that ball and chain.
I`m going back to New Orleans, my race is almost run
I`m going back to end my life down in the rising sun.
There is a house in New Orleans they call the rising sun
And it`s been the ruin of many a poor girl and me, oh God, I`m one.
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