Lyrics
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There
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is
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a
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house
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in
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New
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Orleans,
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they
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call
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the
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Rising
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Sun.
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And
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it's
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been
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the
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ruin
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of
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Lyrics
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many
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a
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poor
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boy.
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And
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God,
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I
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know
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I'm
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one.
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My
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mother
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was
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a
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tailor.
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She
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sewed
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Lyrics
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my
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new
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blue
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jeans.
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My
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father
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was
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a
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gamblin'
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man
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down
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in
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New
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Orleans.
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Now
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the
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only
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Lyrics
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thing
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a
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gambler
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needs,
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is
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a
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suitcase
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and
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trunk.
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And
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the
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only
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time
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he's
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satisfied,
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is
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when
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Lyrics
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he's
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on
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a
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drunk.
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Oh
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mother,
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tell
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your
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children
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not
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to
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do
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what
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I
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have
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done.
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Spend
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Lyrics
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your
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lives
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in
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sin
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and
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misery
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in
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the
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House
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of
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the
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Rising
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Sun.
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Well,
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I
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got
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one
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Lyrics
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foot
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on
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the
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platform,
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the
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other
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foot
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on
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the
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train.
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I'm
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goin'
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back
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to
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New
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Orleans
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to
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Lyrics
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wear
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that
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ball
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and
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chain.
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Well,
|
there
|
is
|
a
|
house
|
in
|
New
|
Orleans,
|
they
|
call
|
the
|
Rising
|
|
Lyrics
|
Sun.
|
And
|
it's
|
been
|
the
|
ruin
|
of
|
many
|
a
|
poor
|
boy.
|
And
|
God,
|
I
|
know
|
I'm
|
one.
|
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