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 gambling man,
down in New Orleans.

Now the only thing a gambler needs
is a suitcase and a trunk.
And the only time he's satisfied
is when he's on a drunk.

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.

Well I got one foot on the platform and
the other foot on the train.
I'm goin back to New Orleans
to wear that ball and chain.

Well 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
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Is it wrong that i feel like having a western shoot out to this song?
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I THINK NOT!!