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| 1. |
| 4:43 | 
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There is a house in New Orleans
They call the Rising Sun It's been the ruin of many poor girls And me, oh God, am one If you had listened to what your momma said You'd be at home today But I was young and foolish, oh Lord You let a gambler lead you astray Go tell my baby sister Don't do as I have done But shun that house in New Orleans They call the Rising Sun I'm going back to New Orleans Your race is almost run I'm going back to lay my head Beneath that rising sun There is a house in New Orleans They call the Rising Sun It's been the ruin of many poor girls And me, I'm one, oh God And me, oh God, am one You poor girl, you are one |
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| 2. |
| - | 
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| 3. |
| 4:08 |
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| 4. |
| 3:36 |
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| 5. |
| 3:56 |
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| 6. |
| - |
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| 7. |
| 7:12 |
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| 8. |
| 5:39 |
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| 9. |
| 4:07 |
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| 10. |
| 4:40 |
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| 11. |
| 4:50 |
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| 12. |
| 3:59 |
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| 13. |
| 3:31 |
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| 14. |
| 3:47 |
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Have mercy, I'm in a world of trouble now
I'm being held by the State Patrol I am charged with traffic of the forbidden And I almost finished doing my parole Now, I'm on my way back down town Somebody help me, have mercy on my soul I go to court tomorrow morning And I got the same judge I had before Lord, I know he won't have no mercy on me 'Cause he told me not to come back no more He'll send me away to some stoney mansion In a lonely room and lock the door Ow! Have mercy on my little Tulane She's too alive to try to live alone And I know her needs And although she loves me She's gonna try to make it While the poor boy's gone Somebody should tell her to live And I'll understand it And even love her more When I come back home |
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| 15. |
| 5:26 |
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