House of the Rising Sun [*]
There is a house in New Orleans they 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 blue jeans My sweetheart was a gambler, Lord, way down in 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 He filled his glasses up to the brim and he passed the cards around And the only pleasure he gets out of life is ramblin' 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 Now it's one foot on the platform and the other foot on the train Now I'm goin' back to New Orleans to wear that ball and chain Now I'm going back to New Orleans my race is almost run I'm goin' back to spend my life beneath the Rising Sun There is a house down in New Orleans they call the Rising Sun It's been the ruin of many a poor girl and me, oh God, I'm one
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