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There is a house in New Orleans
They call the rising sun
And itâs been the ruin
Of many poor boys
Lord I know Iâm one
My mother was a tailor
Sew my old blue jeans
My daddy was a gambling man
In a town called New Orleans
The only thing a gambler needs
Is a suitcase and a trunk
And the only heâs satisfied
Is when heâs only drunk
So mama tell your children
Never do what I have done
You live your life in pain and misery
In the house of the rising sun
I got one foot on the platform
The other foot on the train
And Iâm going back to New Orleans
To wear the ball and chain
There is a house in New Orleans
They call the rising sun
Yea, we still got that old house in New Orleans
That we call the rising sun
Made a mess out of many old poor boys
Only God knows Iâm one
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- THE STORYTELLER: THE ANTHOLOGY 1960-1983
- Darker Than Light
- The Best of Bobby Bare
- Down & Dirty
- Drunk And Crazy
- Sleeper Wherever I Fall
- Bare
- Me and McDill
- Sings Lullabys, Legends And Lies
- What Am I Gonna Do?
- Where Have All The Seasons Gone
- I Need Some Good News Bad
- This Is Bare Country
- Your Husband, My Wife
- The Real Thing
- Folsom Prison Blues
- The Game Of Triangles
- A Bird Named Yesterday
- This I Believe
- The Streets Of Baltimore