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There is a house in New Orleans,
they call the rising sun.
It's been the ruin for many a poor girl, and me, oh Lord, I'm one.
My mother was a taylor, she sewed our new blue jeans,
my father was a gambling man, down in New Orleans.
If I had listened to what my mother said,
I'd have been at home today,
but I was young and foolish, oh, God, let a rambler lead me astray.