House Of The Rising Son
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There is a house in New Orleans
They call it the Rising Sun
You know that it's been the ruin of many a poor boy
And God, I know I'm one
My mother was a tailor
She sewed my new blue jeans
You know my father, he was a gamblin' man
Way down in New Orleans
Now the only thing a gambler needs
Is a suitcase or a trunk
And the only time he'll be satisfied
Is when he rolls home drunk
Risin', risin', risin', risin'
The House of the Rising Sun
Mother, mother, tell your children
Not to do what I have done
They got to spend their days in sin and misery
In the House of the Rising Sun
I got one foot on the station
I got the other foot on the train
I'm goin' back, goin' back to New Orleans
To wear my ball and chain
There is a house in New Orleans
They call it the Rising Sun
You know that it's been the ruin of many a poor boy
And God, I know I'm one
Yes, good God I know, I know, I know I'm one
Lord, good God, good God I know, I know
Risin', risin', risin', risin'
The House of the Rising Sun