House of the Rising Sun
Joan Baez Dirk Powell
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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 me, Great God, I'm one
If I had listened to my mama
I'd be at home today
But I was young and foolish, oh God
I let a gambler lead me astray
And the only thing a gambler needs
Is a suitcase and a trunk
And the only time he's satisfied
Is when he's on a drunk
Go tell my baby sister
Don't do what I have done
But shun that house of sin and misery
They call the Rising Sun
I'm going back to New Orleans
My race is nearly run
I'm going back to spend my life
In the House of the Rising Sun