Animals, The - House Of The Rising Sun

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


My mother was a tailor
Sewed my new blue jeans
My father was a gambling man
down in New Orleans


Now the only thing a gambler needs
is a suitcase and a truck
and the only time he is satisfied
is when he's all drunk


Oh mother, tell your children
not to do what I have done
spend your lives in sin and misery
in the house of the Rising Sun


Well, I've 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


Well 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