House Of The 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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It's been the ruin of many a street guitar boy 
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God I know I'm one 
 
 
My mother is a tailor  
She sews those new blue jeans, 
My daddy was a honky tonk rambling man 
He got a good reputation down around Montgomery, Mobile, Biloxi and New Orleans 
 
Now the only thing a gambler needs  
Is a suitcase and a trunk 
And the only time that we are satisfied 
Is when we got a number one song or at a party drunk 
 
There is a house in New Orleans,  
They call the Rising Sun, sun, sun 
It's been the ruin of many a street guitar boy 
God knows I'm one 
 
In the house of the rising sun