House Of The Rising Sun by Shawn Mullins
There is a house in New Orleans
They call the Rising Sun
It's been the ruin of many a poor girl
Me, oh God, I'm one
My mother was a tailor
She sewed these new bluejeans
My sweetheart was a gambler
Way 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
He'd fill his glasses up to the brim
And he'd pass the cards around
And the only pleasure he gets out of life
Is rambling from town to town
Go and tell my baby sister
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