There is a house in New Orleans they call the Rising Sun
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It's been the ruin of many poor boy and me oh Lord poor one
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Go to tell my youngest brother not to do as I have done
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Who shuned that house in New Orleans they call the Rising Sun
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[ fiddle ]
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Go fill the glasses to the brim and let the drinks go marry around
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We'll drink to the half of a rounder poor boy who goes from town to town
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The only thing a rounder needs is a suitcase and a trunk
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The only time he is satisfied is when he's on a drunk
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[ harmonica ]
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So shun that house in New Orleans they call the Rising Sun
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It's been the ruin of many poor boy and me oh Lord poor one
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Rising Sun
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| Roy Acuff |
