HOUSE OF THE RISING SUN
Traditional


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There is a house in New Orleans
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They call the Rising Sun
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And it's been the ruin of many a poor boy
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And God I know I'm one


My mother was a tailor
She sewed my new blue jeans
My father was a gambling man
Down in New Orleans

The only thing a gambler needs
Is a suitcase and a trunk
And the only time he's satisfied
Is when he's on a drunk

Oh mothers, tell your children
Don't do what I have done
And spend your life in sin and misery
In the house of the Rising Sun

There is a house in New Orleans
They call the Rising Sun
And it's been the ruin of many a poor boy
And me, oh Lord, I'm one
And me, oh Lord, I'm one