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mother, she was a tailornSewed these new bluejeansnMy father was a gamblin' mannWay down in New OrleansnnMy mother, she would look at menShe said, son, you've got a long road aheadnSon, some may roll and make you crazynBut don't forget these words I saidnnAnd don't forget what your name isnAnd know what the game isnnFrom the North coast to the South coastnFrom country to countrynMind to mindnGeneration to generationnnFrom time to timenAnd to sniff across your mindnnTo go downtownnAnd to hang aroundnThe House of The Rising SunnnMother was a tailornSewed these new blue-jeansnFather was a gamblin' man, yea yeanWay down, way down, in New OrleansnnAnd the only thing a gambling man needsnIs some cash, ooh lord, and a trunknAnd the only time he's satisfied, ya yanIs when he's on some form of drugnnYa-aah, board and bought, oh nonTo where, I do belongnI'm wandering backnTo earn my pays, in The HousenThey call, the Rising SunnnMother tell your baby children, yea yeanDon't do the things that I've donenSpend your life in sin and miserynIn The House, they call, the Rising SunnnOhhnHouse, of The Rising, SunnnSongwriters: Tim HardinnnThe House of the Rising Sun lyrics © Carlin America Inc