House of the Rising Sun (1978)
Santa Esmeralda
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 bluejeans My father he was a gamblin' man Way down in New Orleans
Oh mother tell your children Not to do what I have done Spend your lives in sin and misery In the House of the Rising Sun
Spend your lives In the House of the Rising Sun
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