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 she was a tailor
Sewed my new blue jeans
My father was a gamblin' man
Down in New Orleans
mother come on tell your
children love
Not to do what we have done
Spend your lives in
sin and misery
In the House of the Rising Sun
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Only thing a gambler needs
Is a suitcase and trunk
Only time the man's satisfied
Is when he's on a drunk
mother come on tell your
children love
Not to do what we have done
Spend your lives in
sin and misery
In the House of the Rising Sun
I say there is a house
it's done in New Orleans
In the House of the Rising Sun
It's been the ruin of
many poor boy
And God I know I'm one