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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 girls
And me-oh, Lord for once
If I had listened what mama said
I'd be at home today
But being so young and foolish, oh Lord
Let a gambler lead me a astray
My mother is a tailor
Se sewed these new blue jeans
My sweetheart is a gambler man
Drinks down in New Orleans
Well, the only thing a gambler needs
Is a suitcase and a trunk
And the only time he's satisfied is when he's on a drunk
He will fills his glasses to the brim,
and he passes them around
And the only pleasure he gets out of life is hoboin from town to town
So tell my baby sister
Don't do what I have done
But shine that house in New Orleans they call it rising sun
Oh, I'm going back to New Orleans
My life is almost rotten
I'm going back to spend my days beneath the Rising sun