House of the Rising Sun

There is a house in New Orleans
 They call the Rising Sun
 It's been the ruin of many a poor boy
 And God, I know I'm one
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 My mother was a tailor
 She sewed my new blue jeans
 My father was a gamblin' man
 Way down in New Orleans
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 Now the only thing a gambler needs
 Is a suitcase and trunk
 And the only time he feels satisfied
 Is when he's on a drunk
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 Oh, mothers, tell your children
 Not to do what I have done
 Spend your lives in sin and misery
 In the house of the Rising Sun
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 I've got one foot on the platform
 And the other foot on the train
 I'm goin' right back, on down to New Orleans
 To wear that ball and chain
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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 God, I know I'm one
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 My God, I know I'm one