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 [Organ Solo] 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
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