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House of the rising sun

There is a in New Orleans
They call the rising sun
Its been the ruin of many poor girls
And me, oh lord, I'm one

My mother she's a tailor
She sews those new blue jeans
My husband he's a gambling man
Drinks down in New Orleans

My husband he's a gambler
He goes from town to town
The only time he's satisfied is when
He drinks his liquor down

Go tell my baby sister
Never do like I have done
Shun that house in New Orleans
They call the rising sun

One foot on the platform
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 that rising sun
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