There is a house in New Orleans
They call the Rising Sun
Well, it's been the ruin of many poor boys
And god, I know, I'm one
Oh mother tell your children
Not to do what I have done
Or you spend your life in sins and misery
In the house of the rising sun
Well there is a house in New Orleans
They call the Rising Sun
Well, it's been the ruin of many poor boy
And god, I know, I'm one

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