There's a house in New Orleans
That they call The Rising Sun
And it's been the ruin of many poor boys
And God, I know I'm one...
My mother was a tailor
She sewed my new blue jeans
And My father was a gambling man
down in New Orleans...
Oh Mother tell your children to do not what I've done
Spend your lives in sin and misery down in the house of Rising Sun...

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