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DThere is a house down in NewD7 Orleans
They Gcall the Rising DSun
DAnd it's been the ruin of a Gmany poor boy
And Dme, oh AGod , for Done
DThen fill the glasses to D7the brim
Let the Gdrinks go merrily aDround
DAnd we'll drink to the health of a Grounder poor boy
Who Dgoes from A7town to tDown
DThe only thing that a rounD7der needs
Is a Gsuitcase and a Dtrunk
DAnd the only time he's Gsatisfied
Is Dwhen he's A7on a Ddrunk
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DNow boys don't believe what a girl tellsD7 you
Though her Geyes be blue or Dbrown
DUnless she's on some Gscaffold G7high
Saying "DBoys, I A7can't come Ddown."
DGo tell my youngest brotherD7
Not to Gdo the things I've Ddone
DBut to shun that house down in GNew Orleans
They Dcall the ARising DSun
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DI'm going back, back to New D7Orleans
For my Grace is nearly Drun
DGonna spend the rest of my Gwicked life
BeDneath that ARising DSun
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