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There is a house in New Orleans
They call the Rising Sun
And it's been the ruin of many a poor boy
Dear God, I know I was one
My mother was a tailor
She sewed my new blue jeans
And my father was a gamblin' man
Way down in New Orleans
Oh, mother, tell your children
Not to do what I have done
To spend your lives in sin and misery
In the house of the rising sun
I got one foot on the platform
And another on the train
And I'm going back to New Orleans
To wear that ball and chain
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In the house of the rising sun
