There is a house in New Orleans
They call the
Rising Sun,
And it's been the ruin for many a poor boy,
And God,
I know I'm one.

My mother was a tailor,
She sewed my new blue jeans.
And the only thing a gambler needs
Is a suitcase and a trunk.

And the only time he is satisfied
Is when heґs down and drunk.
So mother tell your children
Not to do what
I have done

Spend your lives in sin and misery
In the House of a Rising sun.
Well Iґve got one foot on the platform
The other foot on the train.

I am going back to New Orleans
To wear that ball and chain.
There is a house in New Orleans,
They call it Rising Sun.

And it's been the ruin for many a poor boy,
And God,
I know I'm one.

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