House Of 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 God I know I'm one
 My mother was a tailor
 Sewed my new blue jeans
 My father was a gamblin' man
 Down in New Orleans
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 Now the only thing a gambler needs
 Is a suitcase and a trunk
 And the only time he'll be satisfied
 Is when he's on a drunk
 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 there is a house in New Orleans
 They call the Rising Sun