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The House of the Rising Sun lyrics
Mother was a tailor
Sewed the new blue jeans
Father was a gambling man, yeah, yeah
Way down, way down in New Orleans
Now, the only thing a gambler man needs
Is a suitcase blown in a trunk
And the only time he's satisfied, yeah, yeah
Is when he's on some port truck
Yeah, going back alone
To where I did belong
I'm going back to end my days
In a house they call the Rising Sun
Mother tell your baby children, yeah, yeah
Don't do the things that I've done
Spend your lives in sin and misery
In the house they call the Rising Sun
House of the Rising Sun
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- Track 9 on Wicked Man
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- 10 Comeback
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