There is a house in New Orleans
They call the Risin' 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 New Orleans.

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Now the only thing a gambler needs
Is a suitcase and a trunk
And the only time that he's satisfied
Is when he's all a-drunk.


Oh Mother, tell your children
Not to do what I have done.
Spend your lives in sin and misery
In the house of the risin' sun.


There is a house in New Orleans
They call the Risin' Sun
And it's been the ruin of many a poor boy.
And God, I know I'm one.

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