House of the Rising Sun 🎵

House of the Rising Sun. A place of dreams, of desperation, pleasure, and business.

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There is a house in New Orleans.
They call the Rising 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 trunk.
And the only time he's satisfied.
Is when he's on a drunk.

O 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.

Well, I got one foot on the platform.
The other foot on the train.
I'm goin' back to New Orleans.
To wear that ball and chain.

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