| There is a house in New Orleans
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| Call it the Rising Sun
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| And it’s been the ruin
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| Of many a poor girl
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| And me, oh Lord, I’m one
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| If I’d listened what my mama said
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| Be at home today
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| Bein' so young
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| And foolish, my Lord
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| Let a gambler lead me astray
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| My mother was a tailor
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| Sews new blue jeans
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| My sweetheart’s is a drunkarad, Lord
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| Drinks down in New Orleans
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| Go tell my baby sister
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| Never do what I have done
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| Shun that house in New Orleans
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| They call it the Rising Sun
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| Goin' back to New Orleans
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| Race is almost run
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| Goin' back to spend my life
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| Beneath, beneath, beneath, oh Lord
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| Beneath, oh now
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| Beneath the rising, rising sun
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| Now, now
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| You come on bye |