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There is a house down in New Orleans
They call the Risin' Sun
And it's been the ruin of many a poor girl
And me, oh god, Im a one
My mother was a tailor
She sewed these new blue jeans
My sweetheart was a gambler, Lord
Down in New Orleans
Now the only thing a gambler needs
Is a suitcase and a trunk
And the only time he's satisfied
Is when he's on a drunk
