House of the Risin' Sun

There is a house down in New Orleans
 They call the Risin' Sun
 And it's been the ruin of many poor girl
 And me, oh God, I'm one
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 My mother was a tailor
 She sewed these new blue jeans
 My sweetheart was a gambler, Lord
 Down in New Orleans
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 Now 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
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 He fills his glasses up to the brim
 And he'll pass the cards around
 And the only pleasure he gets out of life
 Is rambling from town to town
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 Oh, tell my baby sister
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 Not to do what I have done
 But shun that house in New Orleans
 They call the Risin' Sun
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 Well, it's one foot on the platform
 And the other foot on the train
 I'm going back to New Orleans
 To wear that ball and chain
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 I'm a-going back to New Orleans
 My race is almost run
 I'm going back to end my life
 Down in the Risin' Sun
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 There is a house in New Orleans
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 They call the Risin' Sun
 It's been the ruin of many poor girl
 And me, oh God, I'm one