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 blue jeans
And my daddy was a gambling man
Way down in New Orleans
Hey, now
The only thing a gambler needs
Is a suitcase and his trunk, hey yeah
And the only time he's satisfied
Is when he's all, all drunk
Oh mother, oh mother, oh mother
Tell your children
Not to do what I have done, oh-oh-oh-oh
Spend your life in sin and misery
In the house of the rising sun
Well, I've got one foot on the platform, and
And the other on the train
Yeah, I'm going 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 a ruin of many a poor boy
And God I know I'm one
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