There is a house in New Orleans,
They call the Rising Sun.
It's been the ruin of many a poor boy,
And God I know I'm one.
My mother was a tailor,
She sewed my new blue jeans.
My father was a gamblin' man,
Down in New Orleans.
Now the only thing a gambler needs is
A suitcase and a trunk.
And the only time he'll be satisfied
Is when he's all 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.
With one foot on the platform,
the other on the train.
I'm goin down to New Orleans
To wear that ball and chain.....
There is a house in New Orleans
They call the Rising Sun
Its been the ruin of many a-poor boys
And god I know I'm one
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