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[Verse]
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There is a house down in New Orleans
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They call the Rising Sun
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And it's been the ruin of a many poor boy
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And me, oh God, I'm one

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Mama she worked for a tailor man
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She sewed all my new Blue jeans
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And my daddy was a gambling man
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In the town of old New Orleans

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The only thing that a rounder ever needs
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Is a suitcase or a trunk
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And the only time he's ever satisfied
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Is when he's on a drug.

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Boys fill up the glasses
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Right to the brim
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Let the drinks flow merrily round
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Well, drink to the health
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Of the round poor boy
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Who rumble from town to town

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Now fellows don't believe
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What a bad woman tells you
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For her eyes be blue or brown
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Unless you stand an old some old
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Scaffold high
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Some fellows they won't let me come down

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Go tell my youngest brother
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Not to do the awful things
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that I've done
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And to shine that old house
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down in new orleans
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That they call the rising sun

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Soon they'll take me back
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Down to New Orleans
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To face all the crimes
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that I've done
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Then they'll tie me to an old bowling chain
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Until my earthly race is run.