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House of the rising sun

Please note: This file is the author's own work and represents their interpretation of the song. You may only use this file for private study, scholarship, or research.

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There is a house in New Orleans they call the Rising Sun,

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it’s been the ruin of many a poor girl. And me, oh God, I’m one.

If I had listened to what my mother said, I’d have been at home today.

But I was young and foolish, oh god, let a rambler lead me astray.

My mother is a tailor, she sews those new blue Jeans.

My sweetheart is a drunkard, Lord, down in New Orleans.

The only thing a drunkard needs is a suitcase and a trunk,

the only time he's satisfied is when he's on a drunk.

He'll fill his glas to the brim, he passes them around,

and the only pleasure he gets out of life is bumming from town to town.

Go tell my baby sister, never do like I have done,

to shun that house in New Orleans they call the Rising Sun.

It's one foot on the platform and the other on the train.

I'm going back to New Orleans to wear that ball and chain.

I’m goin’ back to New Orleans, my race is almost run,

I’m goin’ back to spend my life beneath the Rising Sun.

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