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
Sold My New Blue Jeans.
My
Father Was A Gamblin’ Man,
Down
In New Orleans.
Now
The Only Thing A Gambler Needs Is
A
Suitcase And A Drum.
And
The Only Time He’ll Be Satisfied
Is
When He’s On The Drum.
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’ve Got One Foot On The Platform,
The
Other On The Train. I’m Going
Back
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 Many A Poor Boy,
And
God I Know I’m One
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