my mother was a tailor
she sewed these new blue jeans
my father was a gambler
down in new orleans
the only thing a gambler needs
his suitcase and a trunk
the only pleasure he gets out of life
when he's all drunk
i know the song i sing when
i spend my time in
down at the rising sun
so mother tell your children
not to do what i have done
spend my life in sitting in misery
down at the rising sun
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