There is a house in New Orleans
They call the Rising Sun
It's been the ruin of a many a poor girls
And me oh lord is one
Go and tell my baby sister
Never what I have done
To shun that house in New Orleans
That they call the Rising Sun
I'm going back to New Orleans
My race is almost run
I'm going back to end my days
Beneath that Rising Sun
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