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There is a house down in New Orleans

They call the Rising Sun

And it's been the ruin of a many poor boy

And me, oh God , for one

Then fill the glasses to the brim

Let the drinks go merrily around

And we'll drink to the health of a rounder poor boy

Who goes from town to town

The only thing that a rounder needs

Is a suitcase and a trunk

And the only time he's satisfied

Is when he's on a drunk

(break)

Now boys don't believe what a girl tells you

Though her eyes be blue or brown

Onless she's on some scaffold high

Saying "Boys, I can't come down."

Go tell my youngest brother

Not to do the things I've done

But to shun that house down in New Orleans

They call the Rising Sun

(break)

I'm going back, back to New Orleans

For my race isa nearly run

Gonna spend the rest of my wicked life

Beneath that Rising Sun

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