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  1. Whew-the hostel hallway-

    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 blue jeans
    My father was a gamblin’ man
    Down in New Orleans

    Now the only thing a gambler needs
    Is a suitcase and trunk
    And the only time he’s satisfied
    Is when he’s on a drunk

    Oh mother, tell your children
    Not to do what I have done
    Spend your lives in sin and misery
    In the House of the Rising Sun

    Well, I got one foot on the platform
    The other foot on the train
    I’m goin’ back to New Orleans
    To wear that ball and chain

    Well, 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

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    1. The Big Easy is my favorite city in the US. Have been there a half dozen times. The food, the music!!

      I donated my father’s WWII leather pilot jacket to the WWII Museum there. It is often on display.

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