House Of The Rising Sun

There is a house in Sin City
 They call the Rising Sun
 And it's been the ruin of many a poor boy
 And God, I know I'm one
 My mother was a tailor
 She sewed my new blue jeans
 
 My father was a gamblin' man
 Down in Sin City
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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
 Well I've got one foot on the platform
 The other's on the train
 I'm goin' back to Sin City
 To wear that ball and chain
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 Well others tell your children
 Never do what I have done
 Spend your lives in sin and misery
 In the House of the Rising Sun
 In the House of the Rising Sun
 Well there is a house in Sin City
 They call the Rising Sun
 And it's been the ruin of many a poor boy
 And God knows that I am one