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There is a house in New Orlea ns
They call the rising sun
And it's been the ruin of many a poor boy
Well God, I know I'm N.C.
one
My mother was a tailo r
She sewed my new blue jeans
My father was a gamblin' man
Down in New Or leans
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The only thing a gambler ne eds
Is a suitcase and a trunk
The only time that he's satis fied
Is when he's all a' drunk
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Oh mother , tell your children
Not do what I have done
Spend your life in sin and mise ry
In the house of the rising sun
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With one foot on the platfor m
The other on a tr ain
I'm goin' back to New Orlea ns
To wear that ball and chain
There is a house in New Orlea ns
They call the rising sun
It's been the ruin of many a poor boy
Well God, I know I'm one
Well God, I know I'm one
And God, I know I'm one