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THERE IS A HOUSE IN NEW ORLEANS
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THEY CALL IT THE RIS ING SUN
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ITS BEEN THE RUIN OF MANY
      F        AM    E      AM
POOR GIRL, AND ME O GOD IM ONE

My mother was a tailor,
She sewed them new blue jeans.
My lover he was a gambler, Oh Lord
Gambled down in New Orleans.

My husband, he was a gambling man
He went from town to town;
And the only time he was satisfied
Was when he drank his liquor down.

Now the only thing a gambler needs
Is a suitcase and a trunk;
And the only time he's ever satisfied
I when he's on a drunk

Go and tell my baby sister
Never do like I have done,
But to shun that house in New Orleans
That they call the Rising Sun

With one foot on the platform,
And one foot on the train
I'm goin' back to New Orleans
To wear the ball and chain.

I'm going back to New Orleans
My race is almost run;
I'm going back to spend my days
Beneath that Rising Sun.
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The Weavers
The sign of the rising sun was simply a red lantern. DC