Well there is a
house down
in New Orleans they call the rising sun
And
it's been the ruin of
many a poor boy and Lord, I know I'm one.
My
mother dreamed of money
and fun,
she dreamed these things for me
And
she married a man who
gave us nothing, down in New Orleans.
My
mother was a tailor,
she sowed these new blue jeans
My
sweetheart was a
gambler, Lord, down in New Orleans.
Now the only
thing a
gambler needs is a suitcase and a trunk
And
the only time when
he's satisfied is when he's on a drunk.
He
fills his glasses up to
the brim and he'll pass the cards around
And
the only pleasure he
gets out of life is rambling from town to town
.
Oh
tell my baby sister not
to do what I have done
But
shun that house in New
Orleans they call the rising sun.
Well
with one foot on the
platform and the other foot on the train
I'm
going back to New
Orleans to wear that ball and chain.
I'm
going back to New
Orleans, my race is almost run
I'm
going back to end my
life down in the rising sun.
There
is a house in New
Orleans they call the rising sun
And
it's been the ruin of
many a poor boy and Lord, I know I'm one.
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