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There is a house in New Orleans,
They call the Rising Sun.
It's been the ruin of many a poor boy,
And God I know I'm one.
Oh mother, tell your children,
Not to do what I have done.
Spend your lives in sin and misery
In the house of the Rising Sun.
Its been the ruin of many a-poor boys
And god I know I'm one