There is no song, this is kareoke haha but here we go.
There is a house in New Orleans
They call it The Rising Sun
And it´s been a runin for many poor boy
and god, i know i´m one
My mother was a tailor
she sewes my new blue jeans
My father was a gambli´n man
down in New Orleans
And the only thing a gamler need is
a suitcase and a trunk
and the only time he´s satisfied
is when he´s on a drunk.
Oh mother tell your childen
not to do what i have done
spend your life in sin and missery
in the house of The Rising Sun
Well, i got one fot on the platform
the other fot on the train
i´m going back to New Orleas
to where that ball and chain.
Well there is a house in new orleans
ther call it The Rising Sun
and it´s bin a ruing for many poor boy
And god, i know i´m one.

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