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There is a house in new Orleans they call the rising sun and it`s the ruin of many a poor boy and god I know Im one my mother was a tailor sewed my new blue jeans my father was a gambling man down in my Orleans now the only thing a gambler needs is a suitcase and trunk and the only time he`s satisfied is when he`s all drunk oh mother tell your children not to do what I have done spend your lives in sin and misery in the house of the rising sun well Ive got one foot the platform the other foot on the train Im going back to new Orleans to wear that ball and chain well there is a house in new Orleans they call the rising sun and it`s been the ruin of many a poor boy and god I know Im one.