House Of The Rising Sun
By Hank Williams Jr


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There is a house in New Orleans, 
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They call the Rising Sun
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It's been the ruin of many a street guitar boy
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God I know I’m one


My mother is a tailor 
She sews those new blue jeans,
My daddy was a honky tonk rambling man
He got a good reputation down around Montgomery, Mobile, Biloxi and New Orleans

Now the only thing a gambler needs 
Is a suitcase and a trunk
And the only time that we are satisfied
Is when we got a number one song or at a party drunk

There is a house in New Orleans, 
They call the Rising Sun, sun, sun
It's been the ruin of many a street guitar boy
God knows I’m one

In the house of the rising sun