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There
is a
house down in
New Orleans
, they
call the
risin'
sun
And it's
been the
ruin of
many poor gi
rl, and
me oh,
God I'm
one
My
mother
was a
tailor,
she
sewed these
new blue je
ans
My
sweetheart
was a
gambler Lord
, do
wn in
New Orle
ans
Now the
only
thing a
gambler needs
, is a
suitcase
and a
trunk
And the
only
time 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 g
ets out of l
ife, is
rambling from
town to town
Oh
tell my
baby
sister,
not to
do what
I have
done
But
shun that
house in
New Orlea
ns, they
call the
rising
sun
Well it's
one foot
on the
platform,
and the
other foot
on the
train
I'm
going
back to
New Orlean
s, to
wear that
ball and
chain
I'm
going
back to
New Orlean
s, my
race is
almost
run
I'm
going
back to
end my life
, d
own in the
rising
sun
There
is a
house in
New Orlea
ns, they
call the
risin'
sun
And it's
been the
ruin of
many a poor gi
rl, and
me Oh,
God I'm
one
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