The House Of The Rising Sun
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There is a house in New Orleans they call The Rising Sun
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And it's been the ruin of many a poor girl
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And I, Oh Lord, was one
If I had listened to what my mama said I'd be at home today
But I was young and foolish, oh Lord
Let a gambler lead me astray
My mother, she's a tailor; she sews them new blue jeans
My daddy, he's a gambler, he drinks down in New Orleans
Now the only thing a gambler needs is a suitcase and a trunk
And the only time he's ever satisfied is when he's on a drunk
Gonna tell my baby sister not to do like I have done
You shun that house in New Orleans they call the Rising Sun
I'm going back to New Orleans, my race is almost run
I'm going back to spend my days beneath the rising sun.
With one foot on the platform and one foot on the train
I'm going back to New Orleans to wear the ball and chain
There is a House in New Orleans they call the Rising Sun
And it's been the ruin of many a poor girl, and I, Oh Lord, was one
