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House of the Rising Sun 
House of the Rising Sun 
There is a house in New Orleans They call the Rising Sun It has been the ruin of many a poor girl And me, oh, God, was one 
My mother was a tailor, She sewed them new blue jeans. My lover he was a gambler, Oh Lord Gambled down in New Orleans. 
My husband<lover>, he was a gambling man He went from town to town; And the only time he was satisfied Was when he drank his liquor down. 
Now the only thing a gambling man needs Is a suitcase and a trunk; And the only time he's ever satisfied I when he's on a drunk 
Go and tell my baby sister Never do like I have done, But to shun that house in New Orleans That they call the Rising Sun 
With one foot on the platform, And one foot on the train I'm goin' back to New Orleans To wear the ball and chain. 
I'm going back to New Orleans My race is almost run; I'm going back to spend the rest of my life Beneath that Rising Sun. 
The Weavers The sign of the rising sun was simply a red lantern. DC 
DC