House Of The Rising Sun
There is a house in New Orleans
They call the Rising Sun
And it's been the ruin of many a poor boy/girl
And me oh God, was one
My mother she a tailor
She sewed old new blue jeans
My father was a gamblin' man
Drinks down in New Orleans
Well the only thing a gambler needs
Is a suitcase and trunk
And the only thing she likes
Is when he's on a drunk
Oh my baby sister, 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

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