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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 She sewed my new blue jeans My father was a gambling man Down in New Orleans And the only things a gambler needs Is a suitcase and a trunk And the only time he's satisfied Is when he's all a-drunk I've got one foot on the platform The other foot on the train I'm going back to New Orleans To wear the ball and chain So mothers, tell your children Not to do what I have done Spend your life in sin and misery In the house of the Rising Sun |
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