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The House Of The Rising Sun - The Mick Lloyd Connection
There is a house in new orleans
Call it the rising sun
And it's been the ruin
Of many a poor girl
And me oh lord I'm one
My mother was a tailor
Sews new blue jeans
My sweetheart's is a drunkarad lord
Drinks down in new orleans
Now the only thing he ever 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
With one foot on the platform
And the other foot on the train
I know he's 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 young poor boy
And God I know I'm one
