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There is a house in New Or leans
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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My mother was a tailor
She sewed my new blue jean s
My father was a gamblin' man
Down in New Or leans
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Now the only thing a gambler needs
Is a suitcase and a trunk
And the only time he'll be satis fied
Is when he's all drunk
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Oh, mother, tell your children
Not to do what I have done
Spend your lives in sin and mise ry
In the House of the Rising Sun
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Well, I got one foot on the platform
The other foot on the train
I'm goin' back to New Or leans
To wear that ball and chain
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Well, there is a house in New Or leans
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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