There is a house in New Orleans
They call the rising sun
It's been a run of many a poor girl
And God, I know I'm one
My mother was a tailor
She sewed my new blue jeans
My father was a gambling man
Down in New Orleans
Now the only thing a gambler needs
Is a suitcase and a trunk
And the only time he'll be satisfied
Is when he's all drunk
Now mother, won't you tell your children
Not to do what I have done
Just feel the pain in my heart

It's been their lives
In sin and misery
In the house of the rising sun
There is a house in New Orleans
They call the rising sun
It's been a run of many a poor girl
It's been a run of many a poor girl
And God, I know I'm one
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