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There is a house down in New Orleans |
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They call the Rising Sun |
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And many poor boy to distrut she has gone |
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And me, oh God, for one |
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Just fill the glasses to the brim |
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Let the drinks go merrily around |
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And we'll drink to the health of a rounder poor boy |
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Who goes from town to town |
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The only thing that a rounder needs |
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Is a suitcase and a trunk |
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And the only time he's satisfied |
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Is when he's on a drunk |
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Now boys, don't believe what a girl tells you |
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Though her eyes be blue or brown |
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Unless she's on some scaffold high |
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Saying, "Boys, I can't come down" |
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I'm going back, back to New Orleans |
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For my race is nearly run |
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Gonna spend the rest of my wicked life |
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Beneath that Rising Sun |
