The first 12 lines.
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 was a gambling man
Down in New Orleans
Now the only thing a gambler needs
Is a suitcase and a truck
And the only time he's satisfied
Is when he's on a drunk
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