There is a house in New Orleans,
They call the Rising sun.
Well it's been the ruin of many a poor boy,
And God I know I'm one.
Oh MOTHER, tell your children,
Not to do what I have done.
You spend your lives in sin and misery
In the house of the Rising Sun.
Well 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.
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