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House Of The Rising Sun
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Mother was a tailor
Sewed the new blue jeans
Father was a gambling man, yeah, yeah
Way down, way down in New Orleans
full lyrics... 
Mother was a tailor
Sewed the new blue jeans
Father was a gambling man, yeah, yeah
Way down, way down in New Orleans
full lyrics... 
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Features Of This Song
electric rock instrumentation
a twelve-eight time signature
intricate melodic phrasing
minor key tonality
an electric guitar solo
an emotional male lead vocal performance
triple note feel

These are just a few of the hundreds of attributes cataloged for this song by the Music Genome Project.
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Father was a gambling man, yeah, yeah
Way down, way down in New Orleans
Publishers: BEECHWOOD MUSIC CORPORATION, CPE MUSIC, INC
Is when he's on some port truck
Don't do the things that I've done
Spend your lives in sin and misery
Yeah, going back alone
In a house they call the Rising Sun
And the only time he's satisfied, yeah, yeah
To where I did belong
Songwriter: Alan (Arr) Price
Mother was a tailor
Is a suitcase blown in a trunk
Sewed the new blue jeans
I'm going back to end my days
In the house they call the Rising Sun
House of the Rising Sun
Now, the only thing a gambler man needs
Mother tell your baby children, yeah, yeah