House of the Rising Sun
Honey Gentry
There is a house in New Orleans
They call the Rising Sun
It's been the ruin of many a poor girl
And me, oh Lord, I'm one
My mother was a tailor
She sewed my new blue jeans
My father was a gamblin' man
Down in New Orleans
Well if I had listened to what my mother said
I'd have been at home today
But I was young and foolish, oh God
Let a rambler lead me astray
Oh mother tell your children
Not to do what I have done
Not to spend their lives in sin and misery
In the House of the Rising Sun
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