The House of the Rising Sun (Animails)

There is a house in New Orleans,
They call the rising sun.
And it's been the ruin of many a por boy,
And God, I know I'm one.

My mother was a tailor
She sewed my new blue jeans
My father he was a gamblin' man
Way down in New Orleans.

Oh, mother, tell your children
Not to do what I have done
Don`t spend your lives in sin and misery
In the house of the rising sun.

Don't spend your life
In the house of the rising sun
Oh, no don't spend your life
In the house of the rising sun.

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