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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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My mother was a tailor,
She sewed my new blue jeans.
My father was a gambling man
Down in New Orleans.
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Now, the only thing a gambler needs
Is a suitcase and a trunk.
And the only time he’s satisfied
Is when he’s on a drunk.
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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.
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Well, I’ve got one foot on the platform,
The other foot on the train.
I’m going back to New Orleans
To wear that ball and chain.
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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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Dmadd9 | Am } 4 times
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