There is a house in New Orleans
They call the Rising Sun
And it's been the ruin of many a poor boy
And, Lord, I know I'm one
My mother was a tailor, boys
She sewed my old blue jeans
My daddy was a gamblin' man
Way down in New Orleans
I got one foot on the platform, boys
The other on that train
I'm going down to New Orleans
To pull 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, Lord, I know I'm one
In the house of the Rising Sun
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