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ArtistThere is a house in New Orleans they call the rising sun It’s been the ruin of many a poor girl And me oh God for one If I had listened to what my mamma said I’d be at home today But I was young and foolish poor girl Let a gambler lead me astray My mother, she’s a tailor She sews those old blue jeans My father he’s a gamblin’ man Drinks down in New Orleans
A romantic scene of a couple embracing under a black umbrella in the rain, with a man looking down at the woman, whose head is tilted and eyes closed, and her arms wrapped around his neck. He is wearing a dark denim jacket and she is wearing a black tank top and blue jeans. They are standing on a wet, paved street with a white line down the center, flanked by green grass and a row of large trees with Spanish moss hanging from their branches. In the background, on the right, there is a large, multi-story historic building with multiple balconies and intricate railings. The overall atmosphere is dim and slightly moody due to the rain and overcast sky.
