House Of The Rising Sun

There is a house in New Orleans, baby
 And it's called the Rising Sun
 So it's been the ruin of many poor girls
 And, Lord, Lord, I know I'm one
 My mother was a tailor
 She sewed my new bluejeans
 You know my father was just a gamblin man
 Way down, down in New Orleans
 And the only thing a gambler needs
 Is a suitcase and a trunk
 And the only time you'll be satisfied
 Oh, is when, when he's all drunk
 I got one foot on, on the platform
 And the other is on that train
 You known I'm going back, back to New Orleans, baby
 I got to wear, wear that ball and chain
 So, mother, mother, mother, mother tell your children
 Don't you, don't you do what I have done
 You've got to spend your life away from that misery
 Of the house, house of the Rising Sun
 There is a house in New Orleans
 And it's called the Rising Sun
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