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

   
My mother is a tailor 
she those new blue jeans 
my husband he's gambling man
drinks down in New Orleans


My husband is a gambler
he goes from town to town 
the only time he's satisfeis
is when he drinks his liquor down


Go tell my baby siter
never do like i've done
shun that house  in New Orleans
the call the Rising Sun

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One foot on the platform
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the other on the train 
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i'm going back in New Orleans
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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
beneath that Rising Sun