THE ANIMALS

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                   There is a house in New Orleans,
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                   They call the Rising Sun
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               And It's been the ruin of many a poor boy
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                   And God, I know, I'm one


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                   My mother was a tailor
                   She sewed my new blue jeans
                   My father was a gambling man
                   Down in New Orleans

                   And the only things a gambler needs
                   Is a suitcase and a trunk
                   And the only time he's satisfied
                   Is when he's all a-drunk

                   I've got one foot on the platform
                   The other foot on the train
                   I'm going back to New Orleans
                   To wear the ball and chain

                   So mothers, tell your children
                   Not to do what I have done
                   Spend your life in sin and misery
                   In the house of the Rising Sun