House Of The Rising Sun

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 tailor Sewed my new blue jeans 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 he'll be satisfied Is when he's on a drunk Oh mother, tell your children Not to do what I have done Spend your lives in sin and misery In the house of the Rising Sun Well there is a house in New Orleans They call the Rising Sun

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