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 bluejeans 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 T
he other foot on the train I'm going back to New Orleans To wear that ball and chain There is (there is) a house (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 (On the guitar we have Pedro Albina) (On the bass Valentín Pérez Cerutti) (On the drums Juan Pablo Maffei) (And I'm Lucas Alessandrini Flores, and together we are The Gillards) Well, there is a house (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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