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There is a house in New Orleans,
They call the Rising Sun,
And it's been the ruin' of many a poor boy,
And Lord, I know, I'm one.

My mother was a tailor,
She sewed my new blue jeans,
And my daddy was a gamblin' man,
Way down in New Orleans.

Now the only thing that a gambler needs,
Is a suitcase and a trunk,
And the only time that he is satisfied,
Is when he comes home drunk.

She's got one foot on the platform,
The other on the train,
I'm going back to New Orleans,
Gonna wear that ball and chain.

So mama, tell your children,
Not to do what I have done,
To spend their life in sin and misery,
In the House of the Rising Sun.

Repeat 1st verse