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        There is a house in New Orleans
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        They call the rising sun
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        And it's been the ruin of many a poor boy
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        And God, I know, I'm one

        My mother was a tailor
        She sewed my old blue jeans
        My father was a gamblin' man
        Down in New Orleans

        Now the only thing a gambler needs
        Is a suitcase and a trunk
        And the only time he's ever satisfied
        Is when he's on a drunk
              *Solo*

        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

        Well, I've 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

        Well, 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...