House of the Rising Sun
traditional / Animals (1964)
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There is a | house in | New Or | leans They | call the | rising | sun. |
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And its | been the | ruin of | many a poor | boy, And | me, oh | Lord, I'm | one. |
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My mother | she's a | tailor, | She | sewed those | new blue | jeans. |
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My | father | he's a | gamblin' | man - Drinks | down in | New Or | leans. |
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Now the | only | things a | gambler | needs Is a | suitcase | and a | trunk. |
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And the | only | time that | he's satis | fied Is | when he's | on a | drunk. |
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There's | one foot | on the | platform, | The | other foot | on the | train. |
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I'm | goin' | back to | New Or | leans To | wear that | ball and | chain. |
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Go | mother | tell your | children: | Not to | do what | I have | done. |
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Spend your | life sin- | cere in mise | ry In the | House of the | Rising | Sun. |
There is a house... |