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There is a house in New Orleans

They call the Rising Sun

It's been the ruin of many a poor girl

Me, oh God, I'm one

My mother was a tailor

She sewed these new blue jeans

My sweetheart was a gambler, Lord,

Way 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 on a 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 ramblin' from town to town

Go and tell my baby sister,

Not to do what I have done

Go and shun that house

Down in New Orleans

They call the Rising Sun

Now it's one foot on the platform

And the other foot on the train

Now I'm goin' back to New Orleans

To wear that ball and chain

Now I'm going back to New Orleans

My race is almost run

I'm goin' back to spend my life

Beneath the Rising Sun

There is a house down in New Orleans they call the Rising Sun

It's been the ruin of many a poor girl

And me, oh God, I'm one