There is a house in New Orleans, They call the Rising Sun. It′s been the ruin of many a-poor girl, And me oh God, I'm one. My mother was a tailor, She sewed my new blue jeans.
House of the Rising Sun Lyrics: There is a house in New Orleans / They call the Rising Sun / And it's been the ruin of many a poor woman / And God only knows I know I'm one, yeah / My mother she
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