There is a house in New Orleans
They call the Risin Sun
And it s been the ruin of many a poor boy.
In GodI know I m one.
My mother was a tailor.
She sewed my new blue jeans.
My father was a gamblin man
Down in New Orleans.
Nowthe only thing a gambler needs
Is a suitcase and a trump
And the only time that he s satisfied
Is when he s all a-drunk.
OhMothertell your children
Not to do what I have done.
Spend your lives in sin and misery
In the house of the risin sun.
WellI ve got one foot on the platform.
The other foot on the train.
I m goin back to New Orleans
To wear that ball and chain.
Wellthere is a house in New Orleans
They call the Risin Sun
And it s been the ruin of many a poor boy.
In GodI know I m one.

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