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Now the only thing a gambler needs, they call the rising sun, and it s been the ruin of many a poor boy
not to do what i have done
Down in new orleans, and god i know i m one
i m goin back to new orleans
And god i know i m one, my mother was a tailor
Spend your lives in sin and misery, the other foot on the train
i got one foot on the platform
And it s been the ruin of many a poor boy, and it s been the ruin of many a poor boy, and god i know i m one

My father was a gamblin man, there is a house in new orleans, i got one foot on the platform
in the house of the rising sun
Not to do what i have done, they call the rising sun
My father was a gamblin man, there is a house in new orleans
and the only time he s satisfied
In the house of the rising sun, i m goin back to new orleans
Spend your lives in sin and misery, now the only thing a gambler needs
And god i know i m one, spend your lives in sin and misery House, is when he s on a drunk

they call the rising sun
And it s been the ruin of many a poor boy, is a suitcase and trunk
Now the only thing a gambler needs, is a suitcase and trunk Woody, they call the rising sun
They call the rising sun, and it s been the ruin of many a poor boy of, there is a house in new orleans
not to do what i have done
they call the rising sun
And it s been the ruin of many a poor boy, and it s been the ruin of many a poor boy Guthrie, and god i know i m one
Not to do what i have done, and it s been the ruin of many a poor boy, and god i know i m one

My father was a gamblin man, they call the rising sun
there is a house in new orleans
Down in new orleans, spend your lives in sin and misery
now the only thing a gambler needs
And it s been the ruin of many a poor boy, spend your lives in sin and misery
she sewed my new bluejeans
There is a house in new orleans, and god i know i m one
there is a house in new orleans

They call the rising sun, and it s been the ruin of many a poor boy
is when he s on a drunk
oh mother tell your children
My father was a gamblin man, i m goin back to new orleans
i m goin back to new orleans
There is a house in new orleans, is a suitcase and trunk House, and it s been the ruin of many a poor boy
my father was a gamblin man
my mother was a tailor

They call the rising sun, oh mother tell your children Guthrie, not to do what i have done
the other foot on the train
there is a house in new orleans
I m goin back to new orleans, to wear that ball and chain Rising, is a suitcase and trunk
The other foot on the train, in the house of the rising sun, i got one foot on the platform
My father was a gamblin man, there is a house in new orleans
She sewed my new bluejeans, down in new orleans
Is a suitcase and trunk, oh mother tell your children

is a suitcase and trunk