House Of The Rising Sun by Wardance
There is a house in New Orleans
They call the rising sun
And it's been the ruin for many poor boys
And me, oh God, I'm one
The only thing a gambler needs
Is a suitcase and a trunk
And the only time he's satisfied
Is when he's all a drunk
My mother was a tailor
She sewed my new blue jeans
My father was a gambling man
Down in New Orleans
One foot on the platform
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