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There is a house in New Orleans,
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They call the "Rising Sun",
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It's been the ruin of many a poor boy,
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And God, I know, I'm one.
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My mother was a tailor,
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She sewed my new blue jeans,
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My father was a gambling man,
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Down in New Orleans.
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Now the only thing a gambler needs,
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Is a suitcase and a trunk,
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And the only time, he's satisfied, is when
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He's on a drunk
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Oh, mother, tell your children
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Not to do what I have done -
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Spend your lives in sin and misery
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In the House of Rising Sun
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Well, I've got one foot on the platform,
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The other's on the train,
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I'm going back to New Orleans,
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to wear that ball and chain.
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Well, there is a house in new Orleans
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They call the "Rising Sun",
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And it's been the ruin of many a poor boy,
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And God I know i'm one