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The House Of The Rising Sun / Daniel James There is a house in New Orleans They call the Rising Sun And it＇s been the ruin of many a poor boy And God I know I was one My mother was a tailor She sewed my new bluejeans and My father was a gambling man Down in New Orleans Now the only thing a gambler needs Is a suitcase and trunk And the only time he＇s satisfied Is when he＇s on a drunk 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