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House Of The Rising SunThere is a house in New OrleansThey call the Rising Sun It's been the ruin of many a poor girl Me, oh God, I'm one My mother was a tailor She sewed these new bluejeans My sweetheart was a gambler Way down in New Orleans Now the only thing a gambler needs Is a suitcase and trunk And the only time he's satisfied Is when he's on a drunk He'd fill his glasses up to the brim And he'd pass the cards around And the only pleasure he gets out of life Is rambling from town to town Go and tell my baby sister Not to do what I have done Go and shun that house Down in New Orleans They call the Rising Sun Well, I got one foot on the platform The other foot on the train I'm goin' back to New Orleans To wear that ball and chain I'm going back to New Orleans My race is almost run I'm going back to spend my life Beneath the Rising Sun There is a house down in New Orleans They call the Rising Sun And it's been the ruin of many a poor girl Me, oh God, I'm one |