There is a house in New Orleans
And it's been the ruin of many a poor boy
She sewed my new bluejeans
My father was a gamblin' man
Now the only thing a gambler needs
And the only time he's satisfied
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
I'm goin' back to New Orleans
To wear that ball and chain
Well, there is a house in New Orleans
And it's been the ruin of many a poor boy
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