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 tailores
Sewed my new blue jeans
My father was a gamblin´ man
Down in New Orleans.
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.
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.
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