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there is a house in new orleans
they call the r i s i n g s u n
it's been the ruin of many a poor boy
and god i know i'm one

my mother was a tailor
sewed my new blue jeans
my father was gambling man
down in new orleans

now the only thing a gambler needs
is a suitcase and a trunk
and the only time he'll be 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 rising sun

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