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There  is a  house  in  new  Orleans 
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They  call the  ris ing  sun 
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And  its been the  ruin  of  many  poor  boy 
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And  god I  know  I’m  one 
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My mother was a tailor
Sewed my new blue jeans
My father was a gambling men
Down in new Orleans
Now the only things a gambler needs
Is a suitcase and a trunk
And the only time he is satisfied
Is when he is all drunk
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Oh mother tell your children
Not to do what I have done
Spend your life in sin and misery
In the house of the rising sun
Well I got one foot on the platform
The another one in the train
I’m going back to new Orleans
to wear that ball and chain
Well there is a house in New Orleans
They call the rising sun
And its been the ruin of many poor boy
And god I know I’m one
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