There is a house in New Orleans
They call the Rising Sun
Well it's been the ruin of many poor boy
And God, I know I'm one

Oh, Mother, tell your children
Not to do what I have done
Oh yeah, spend your lives in sin and misery
In the house of the Rising Sun

Well, there is a house in New Orleans
They call the Rising Sun
And it's been the ruin of many poor boy
And God, I know I'm one




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