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There is a house in new orleans
They call the rising sun
And its been the ruin of many a poor boy
And God I know Im one

My mother was a tailor
She sewed my new bluejeans
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 hes satisfied
Is when hes 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
Im 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 its been the ruin of many a poor boy
And God I know Im one