HOUSE OF THE RISIN' SUN

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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,
And me, Oh Lord, I'm one. 

My mother was a tailor, 
She sewed these new blue jeans. 
My sweetheart was a gambler, 
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 always 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 rambling from town to town. 

Go tell my baby brother, 
Not to do what I have done, 
But shun that house in New Orleans 
They call the Rising Sun. 

Well it's one foot on the platform, 
The other foot on the train.
I'm going back to New Orleans,
To wear that ball and chain. 

I'm going back to New Orleans, 
My race is almost run.
I'm going back to end my life, 
Down in 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 me, Oh Lord, I'm one.