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Şarkı Sözleri There is a house in New Orleans they call the Rising Sun. And it's been the ruin of many a poor boy, and God I know I'm one. My mother was a tailor, she sewed my new blue jeans. My father was a gambling man, down in New Orleans. Now the only thing a gambler needs is a suitcase and a trunk.