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There is a house in New Orleans they call the Rising Sun.
It's been the ruin of many a poor soul and me, O God, for one.
One foot is on the platform and the other one on the train.
I'm going back to New Orleans to wear that ball and chain.
Well, There is a house in New Orleans they call the Rising Sun.
It's been the ruin of many a poor soul and me, O God, for one.
If I had listened what Mama said, I'd be at home today.
Being a young and foolish boy, I let gamblers lead me astray.
My mother she's a tailor, she sewed these new blue jeans.
My sweetheart, she's a drunkard, Lord, Lord, drinks down in New Orleans.
The only thing a drunkard needs is a suitcase and a trunk.
The only time she's satisfied is when she's on a drunk.
Fills her glasses to the brim, passes them around.
Only pleasure she gets out of life is trampin' from town to town.
Going back to New Orleans, my race is almost run.
Going back to spend the rest of my days beneath that Rising Sun.
Go tell my brothers & sisters never do like I have done
To shun that house in New Orleans they call the Rising Sun.
Well, There is a house in New Orleans they call the Rising Sun.
It's been the ruin of many a poor soul and me, O God, for one.
yes me, O God, for one. yes me, O God, for one.