.There is a house in New Orleans,
They call the Rising Sun,
And it's been the ruin of many young poor boys
And, God, I know I'm one.
My mother was a tailor>She sewed my new blue jeans
My father was a gambling man
Way down in New Orleans.
Now the only thing a gambler ne.
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