Lyrics: House of the Rising Sun
The Animals

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There is a house in New Orleans they call the Rising Sun

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

and, God, I know I'm one.

My mother was a tailor, she sewed my new blue jeans.

My father was a gamblin' man down in New Orleans.

Oh, mother, tell your children not to do what I have done.

Spend your lives in sin and misery in the House of the Rising Sun.

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