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There is a house in New Orleans, |
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They call the rising sun. |
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And it's been the ruin of many a poor Boy, |
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And God I know I'm one. |
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My mother was a tailor, |
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Sewed my new blue jeans. |
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My father was a gamblin' man. |
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Down in New Orleans. |
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Now the only thing a gambler needs is |
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A suitcase and a trunk. |
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And the only time he'll be satisfied |
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Is when he's on a drunk. |
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Oh mother, tell your children, |
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Not to do what I have done. |
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Spend your lives in sin and misery |
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In the house of the Rising Sun. |
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Well I've got one foot on the platform |
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The other foot on the train |
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I'm going back to New Orleans |
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To wear that ball and chain |
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Well there is a house in New Orleans |
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They call the Rising Sun |
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And it's been the ruin of many a poor boy |
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And God, I know, I'm one |