The house of rising sun

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                   There is a house in New Orleans,  
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                   They call the Rising Sun  
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               And It's been the ruin of many a poor boy  
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                   And God, I know, I'm one  
  
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                   My mother was a tailor  
                   She sewed my new blue jeans  
                   My father was a gambling man  
                   Down in New Orleans  
  
                   And the only things a gambler needs  
                   Is a suitcase and a trunk  
                   And the only time he's satisfied  
                   Is when he's all a-drunk  
  
                   I've got one foot on the platform  
                   The other foot on the train  
                   I'm going back to New Orleans  
                   To wear the ball and chain  
  
                   So mothers, tell your children  
                   Not to do what I have done  
                   Spend your life in sin and misery  
                   In the house of the Rising Sun  
  
                   Repeat twice