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COMPLETE
LYRICS
There
is a house in New Orleans,
They
call the Rising Sun,
And it's
been the ruin' of many a poor boy,
And
Lord, I know, I'm one.
My
mother was a tailor,
She
sewed my new blue jeans,
And my
daddy was a gamblin' man,
Way down
in New Orleans.
Now the
only thing that a gambler needs,
Is a
suitcase and a trunk,
And the
only time that he is satisfied,
Is when
he comes home drunk.
She's
got one foot on the platform,
The
other on the train,
I'm
going back to New Orleans,
Gonna
wear that ball and chain.
So mama,
tell your children,
Not to
do what I have done,
To spend
their life in sin and misery,
In the
House of the Rising Sun.
Repeat
1st verse
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