House of the Rising Sun

There is a house in New Orleans, baby

And it's called the Rising Sun

So it's been the ruin of many poor girls

Oh, Lord, Lord, I know I'm one

My mother was a tailor

She sewed my new bluejeans

You know my father was just a gamblin' man

Way down, down in New Orleans

And the only things a gambler needs

Is a suitcase and a trunk

And the only time you'll be satisfied

Oh, is when, when he's all drunk

I got one foot on, on that platform

And the other is on that train

You known I'm going back, back to New Orleans, baby

I got to wear, wear that ball and chain

So, mother, mother, mother, mother tell your children

Don't you, don't you do what I have done

You've got to spend your life away from that misery

Of the house, house of the Rising Sun

There is a house in New Orleans

And it's called the Rising Sun

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