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[Verse 1]

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There is a house down in New Orleans
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They call the Rising Sun 
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And it's been the ruin of a many poor boy
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And me, oh God , for one


[Verse 2]

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Then fill the glasses to the brim
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Let the drinks go merrily around
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And we'll drink to the health of a rounder poor boy
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Who goes from town to town


[Verse 3]

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The only thing that a rounder needs
     G              D
Is a suitcase and a trunk
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And the only time he's satisfied
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Is when he's on a drunk


[Instrumental]

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[Verse 4]

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Now boys don't believe what a girl tells you
           G               D
Though her eyes be blue or brown
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Unless she's on some scaffold high
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Saying "Boys, I can't come down."


[Verse 5]

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Go tell my youngest brother
       G                  D
Not to do the things I've done
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But to shun that house down in New Orleans
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They call the Rising Sun


[Instrumental]

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[Verse 6]

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I'm going back, back to New Orleans
       G              D
For my race is nearly run
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Gonna spend the rest of my wicked life
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Beneath that Rising Sun