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Lyrics:
There is a house in New Orleans They call the Risin` Sun And it`s been the ruin of many a poor boy.And God, I know I`m one.
My mother was a tailor. She sewed my new blue jeans. My father was a gamblin` man Down in New Orleans.
Now, the only thing a gambler needs Is a suitcase and a trunk And the only time that he`s satisfied Is when he`s all a-drunk.
Oh, Mother, tell your children Not to do what I have done. Spend your lives in sin and misery In the house of the risin` sun.
Well, I`ve got one foot on the platform. And the other`s on the train. I`m goin` back to New Orleans To wear that ball and chain.
Well, there is a house in New Orleans They call the Risin` Sun And it`s been the ruin of many a poor boy. And God, I know I`m one.
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