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There is a house down in New Orleans |
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They call the Rising Sun |
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And it's been the ruin for many a poor boy and me |
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Oh God, I'm one |
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My mother was a tailor |
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She sowed these old blue jeans |
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My father was a gambler, Lord |
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Down in New Orleans |
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The only thing a gambler needs |
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Is a suitcase and a trunk |
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And the only time he's ever satisfied |
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Is when he's on a drunk |
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Go tell my baby sister |
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Not to do the the things I've done |
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Outshine that house down in New Orleans |
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That they call the Rising Sun |
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There is a house down in New Orleans |
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That they call the Rising Sun |
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And it's been the ruin for many a poor boy and me |
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Oh God, I'm one |
