There is a h ouse in N ew Orleans,
They ca ll the R ising Sun,
And it's be en the r uin of m any a poor boy,
And Go d I know I'm one.
My mo ther w as a t ailor,
She se wed my n ew blue jeans,
My fa ther w as a g amblin man,
Do wn in New Orleans.
Now the on ly t hing a g ambler needs,
Is a su itcase a nd trunk,
And the on ly t ime he's satisfied,
Is wh en he's on drug.
Oh mo ther tell your childr en,
Not to do what I have done
To sp end your l ifes in s in and misery,
In the ho use of the Rising Sun.
Well i got on e foot o n the pl atform,
The ot her foot on the train,
I'm go ing b ack to N ew Orleans,
To we ar that ball and chain.
Well, there is a h ouse in N ew Orleans,
They ca ll the R ising Sun,
And it's be en the r uin of m any a poor boy,
And go d I know I'm one.
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