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.:. House of the rising sun .:.

There is a house in New Orleans
They call the Rising Sun
It's been the ruin of many poor girls
And me including one

My mother , she is a tailer
She sewed me a blue jeans
My husband is a gamblin' man
Drinks down in New Orleans

Yes, my husband is a gambler
He goes from town to town
The only time he is satisfied
Is when he's all drunk

Please, tell my baby sister
Never do like I have done
To show all the house in New Orleans
It's called the Rising Sun

One foot is on the platform
And the other's on the train
I'm going down to New Orleans
To wear that ball and chain

Going back to New Orleans
My race is almost run
I'm going to spend the rest of my life
Beneath the Rising Sun