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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 am one
My mother was a tailor
She sewed these old blue jeans
My father was a gambler
Down in New Orleans
Now the only thing a gambler needs
Is a suitcase and a trunk
And the only time when he's satisfied
Is when he's all a-drunk
Sweet young mother, tell your children
Not to do the things I have done
Go and burn down that house
Down in New Orleans
The one they call the Rising Sun
I've got one foot on the platform
The other foot on the train
And I'm going back to New Orleans
To wear that ball and chain
There is a house down in New Orleans
They call the Rising Sun
And it's been the ruin of many a poor boy
And God, I know I am one