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 poor boy
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And God I know I'm one
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My mother was a tailor
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She sewed my new blue jeans
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My father was a gamblin' man
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Down in New Orleans
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Now the only thing a gambler needs
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Is a suitcase and trunk
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And the only time he's satisfied
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Is when he's on a drunk
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Oh mother tell your children
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Not to do what I have done
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Spend your lives in sin and misery
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In the House Of The Rising Sun
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Well, I got one foot on the platform
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The other foot on the train
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I'm goin' back to New Orleans
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To wear that ball and chain
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House Of The Rising Sun
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| Brand New Sin |
