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.
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 platform,
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...
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