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There is a house in New Orleans 

They call the Rising Sun 
And it's been the ruin of many a poor boy 
And God I know I'm 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 he's satisfied 
Is when he's on a drunk 

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 

I'm 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 it's been the ruin of many a poor boy 

And God I know I'm one