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.
My mother was a tailor,
she sewed my new blue jeans.
My father was a gambling man,
down in New Orleans.
Now the only thing a gambler needs
is a suitcase and a trunk.
And the only time he`s satisfied
is when he`s on a 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 got one foot on the platform and
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.
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