Lyrics
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 gamblin'…
the sun never sets on the house with the white picket fence …
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