House of the Rising Sun

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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My mother was a tailor

She sewed my new blue jeans

My father was a gamblin' man

Down in New Orleans

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Now the only thing a gambler needs

Is a suitcase and a trunk

And the only time he's satisfied

Is when he's all drunk

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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

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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

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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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