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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 God I know I'm one My mother was a tailor Sewed my new bluejeans My father was a gambling man Down in New, New Orleans Now 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, lord 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 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, lord

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