There is a house down in New Orleans
They call the Rising Sun
It's been the ruin of many poor boys and me
Oh God, I'm one
My mother was a tailor
She sowed these old blue jeans
My father was a gambler
Lord, down in New Orleans
Go tell my baby sister
Not to do the the things I've done
Outshine that house down in New Orleans
They call the Rising sun
There is a house down in New Orleans
They call the Rising Sun
It's been the ruin of many poor boys and me
Oh God, I'm one
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