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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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She 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 |
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Is a suitcase and trunk |
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And the only time he's 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 got one foot on the platform |
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The other foot on the train |
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I'm goin' 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 |
