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There is a house in New Orleans they call the Rising SunAnd it's been the ruin of many poor boys and Lord I know I'm oneMy mother she was a taylor she sowed my new blue jeansMy father he was a gambler way down in New OrleansThe only thing a gambler needs is a suitcase and a trunkAnd the only time he'll be satisfied is when he's all a drunkThere is a house in New OrleansPoor mother go tell all your children not to do what I have doneSpend your life in sin and misery in a house of the Rising SunWell I got one foot on the black farm the other foot on a trainI'm goin' back to New Orleans wear that ball and chainThere is a house in New OrleansYes Lord I know I'm on From Letras Mania