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| There is a house in New Orleans they call the Rising Sun. And it's been the ruin of many a poor girl Oh God, I know I'm one |
Well, the only thing a gambler needs is a suitcase and a trunk. And the only time he's satisfied is when he's on a drunk. |
| Go tell my baby sister never do like I have done. Shun that house in New Orleans they call the Rising Sun |
Fills his glasses to the brim and passes them around. The only pleasure he gets out of life is rambling from town to town. |
| If I had listened what my mama said, I had been at home today. Beeing so young and foolish, poor boy, let a rambler lead my astray. |
One foot on the platform, the other's on the train. I'm going back to New Orleans to wear that ball and chain |
| My mother, she's a tailor she sewed those new blue jeans. My sweetheart he's a gambler, Oh Lord, down in New Orleans |
Going back to New Orleans, my race is almost run. Goin' to spend the rest of my life beneath the Rising Sun. |
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