.[Verse 1]
There is a house in New Orleans
They call the Rising Sun
And it's been the ruin of many a poor soul
And, Lord, my father's one
My mother, she's a tailor>
She sews those new blue jeans
To keep my gambling father drunk
Deep down in New Orleans
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