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There is a house in New Orleans.They call the Rising Sun.And it's been the ruin of many a poor boyAnd God I know I'm one.My mother was a tailorShe sewed my new bluejeansMy father was a gamblin' manDown in New Orleans.Now the only thing a gambler needsIs a suitcase and a trunkAnd the only time that he's satisfiedIs when he's all drunk.Oh mother tell your childrenNot to do what I have doneTo spend their life in sin and miseryIn the house of the Rising Sun.With one foot on the platformAnd the other foot on the trainI'm going back to New OrleansTo wear that ball and chainThere is a house in New OrleansThey call the Rising SunAnd it's been the ruin of many young poor boysAnd god I know I'm one. Aus Songtexte Mania