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'm one.
My mother was a tailorest,
she sewed my new bluejeans;
my father was a gamblin' man
down in New Orleans.
Now, the only thing a gambler needs
is a suitcase and a trunk
and the only time that he's satisfied
is when he's down and drunk.
So, mothers tell, tell your children
not to do what I have done aahoooo,
not to spend there lives in sin and misery
in the House of the Rising Sun.
I got one foot on the platform
and another on the train;
I'm goin' now (home?) to New Orleans
to wear that ball and chain.
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'm one.
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