There is a house, in New Orleans
They call the Rising Sun
And it’s been a ruin, for many poor souls
And me, oh God, I’m one
My mother was a tailor
She sewed my new blue jeans
My father was a gamblin’
Down in New Orleans
And the gamblin’ always spend a lot of money
With the wonders of the Rising Sun
It’s the house where you can have it all
But in the end, he’s always the loser
Oh mother, please forgive me
I follow the same path as daddy
Now I’m alone and drunk
Playing my old guitar
The blues of Rising Sun
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