| There is a house down in New Orleans they call the rising sun
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| And it’s been the ruin of many a poor girl and me, oh God, I’m one.
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| My mother was a tailor, she sowed these new blue jeans
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| My sweetheart was a gambler, Lord, down in New Orleans.
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| Now the only thing a gambler needs is a suitcase and a trunk
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| And the only time when he’s satisfied is when he’s on a drunk.
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| He fills his glasses up to the brim and he’ll pass the cards around
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| And the only pleasure he gets out of life is rambling from town to town
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| Oh tell my baby sister not to do what I have done
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| But shun that house in New Orleans they call the rising sun.
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| Well with one foot on the platform and the other foot on the train
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| I’m going back to New Orleans to wear that ball and chain.
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| I’m going back to New Orleans, my race is almost run
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| I’m going back to end my life down in the rising sun.
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| There is a house in New Orleans they call the rising sun
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| And it’s been the ruin of many a poor girl and me, oh God, I’m one. |