There is a house in New Orleans
they call The Rising Sun
And it's been the ruin of manys a poor boy
And God, I know I'm one
My mother was a tailoress
She sewed my new blue jeans
An' 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 that he's satisfied
Is when he's down and drunk.
So, mothers, tell, tell your children
Not to do what I have done
Not to spend their lives in sin and misery
In the House of the Rising sun.
I've got one foot on the platform
And another one on the train
I'm going home to New Orleans
To wear that ball and chain
There is a house in New Orleans
They call The Rising Sun
And it's been the ruin of manys a poor boy
And God, I know I'm one
Poor, poor boy
Poor, poor boy
Poor, poor boy
Poor, poor boy
Poor, poor boy
Poor, poor boy
Poor, poor boy
Poor, poor boy
Poor, poor boy
Poor, poor boy
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