There is a house in New Orleans
They call the Rising Sun
And it´s been the ruin of many poor boy
And God, I know I´m one
Oh mother, tell your children
Not to do what I have done
Oh yeah, spend your lives in sin and misery
In the house of the Rising Sun
Well, there is a house in New Orleans
They call the Rising Sun
And it´s been the ruin of many poor boy
And God, I know I´m one
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