There is a house in New Orleans
They call the Rising Sun And it's been the ruin of many a poor girls
And God, I know I'm one My mother was a tailor
She sewed my new blue jeans And my father was a gamblin' man
Down in New Orleans Now the only thing a gambler needs
Is a suitcase and 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 plat
form
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 In the house of the rising sun
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