House of the Rising Sun
 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.
 My mother was a tailor,
 She Sewed my new blue jeans,
 My father was a gamblin' man,
 Down in New Orleans.
 Now the only thing a gambler needs,
 Is a suitcase and a gun,
 Now the only time that he is satisfied,
 Is when he's on the run.
 Oh mother tell your children,
 Not to do what I have done:
 To spend your life in sin and misery,
 In the house of the Rising Sun.
 Well I got one foot on the platform,
 The other foot on the train,
 I'm going back to New Orleans,
 To wear that ball and chain.
 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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