There is a house in New Orleans,
They call it 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
My father was a gambling man
Down in New Orleans
And the only thing a gambler needs
Is a suitcase and a trunk
And the only time he is satisfied
Is when heґs down and drunk
So mother tell your children
Not to do what I have done
Spend your lives in sin and misery
In the House of a Rising sun
Well I’ve got one foot on the platform
The other foot on the train
I’m going back to New Orleans
To wear that ball and chain
There is a house in New Orleans,
They call it Rising Sun.
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