There is a house in New Orleans,
They ca ll the Rising Sun,
And it's be en the ruin of many a poor boy,
And Go d I k now I'm on e.
My mo ther was a tailor,
She se wed my new blue jeans,
My fa ther was a gamblin man,
Do wn in N ew Orle ans.
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Now the on ly thing a gambler needs,
Is a su itcase and trunk,
And the on ly time he's satisfied,
Is wh en he's o n drug.
Oh mo ther tell your children,
Not to do what I have done:
To sp end your lifes in sin and misery,
In the ho use of the R ising Sun.
W ell i got on e foot on the platform,
The ot her foot on the train,
I'm go ing back to New Orleans,
To we ar that b all and chain.
We ll, there is a house in New Orleans,
They ca ll the Rising Sun,
And it's be en the ruin of many a poor boy,
And go d I k now I'm on e.
