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There is a house in New Orleans, |
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They call it the Risin' Sun |
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And it's been the ruin |
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Of many poor girl, |
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And me, oh God, I'm one. |
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There is a house in New Orleans, |
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They call it the Risin' Sun |
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And it's been the ruin |
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Of many poor girl, |
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And me, oh God, I'm one. |
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If I had listened |
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To what my mother said |
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I'd've been at home today. |
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But I was young and foolish, oh God, |
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Let a rambler lead me astray. |
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Go tell my baby sister |
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Don't do what I have done. |
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Go shun that house in New Orleans |
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They call the Risin' Sun. |
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Well, I'm going back to New Orleans, |
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My race is almost run. |
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I'm going back to spend my life |
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In the house of the Risin' Sun. |
