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.
So mothers, tell your children,
Not to do what I have done.
Spend your lives in sin and misery,
In the house of the Rising Sun.
And its been the ruin of many a poor, boy,
And God, I know I'm one
They call the Rising Sun.
And it's been the ruin of many a poor, boy,
And God, I know I'm one.
So mothers, tell your children,
Not to do what I have done.
Spend your lives in sin and misery,
In the house of the Rising Sun.
And its been the ruin of many a poor, boy,
And God, I know I'm one
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