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There is a house in New Orleans
They call the Rising Sun
It's been the ruin for many a poor boy
And me, oh Lord, I'm one
My mother, she's a tailor
She sews those new blue jeans
My father, was a gamblin' man
Down in a house in New Orleans
My best friend, he's a gambler
He goes from town to town
The only time he's satisfied
Is when he drinks his liquor down
The only thing a drunkard needs
Is a suitcase and a trunk
The only time he's satisfied
Is when he's all drunk
There is a house in New Orleans
They call the Rising Sun
It's been the ruin for many a poor boy
And me, oh Lord, I'm one