House of the Rising Sun
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1. There is a house in New Orleans, they call the Rising Sun.
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It has been the ruin of many a poor girl and me , oh God, was one.
2. If I had listened to what mama said, I'd be at home today,
but being so young and foolish a poor girl, let a gambler lead me astray.
3. My mother is a tailor. She sews those new blue jeans.
My sweetheart is a drunkard, Lord, down in New Orleans.
4. The only thing a drunkard needs is a suitcase and a trunk
and the only time he's satisfied is when he's on a drunk.
5. He'll fill his glasses to the brim. He passes them around
and the only pleasure he gets out of life is bumming from town to town.
6. Go tell my baby sister, never do like I have done,
to shun that house in New Orleans they call the Rising Sun.
7. It's one foot on the platform and the other on the train.
I'm going back to New Orleans to wear that ball and chain.
8. I'm going back to New Orleans. My race is almost run.
I'm going back to spend my life beneath that rising sun.