Bob Dylan – House of the Risin' Sun Lyrics

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[Chorus]
There is a house down in New Orleans they call the rising sun
And it's been the ruin of many a poor girl and me, oh God, I'm one

[Verse 1]
My mother was a tailor, she sowed these new blue jeans
My sweetheart was a gambler, Lord, down in New Orleans

[Verse 2]
Now the only thing a gambler needs is a suitcase and a trunk
And the only time when he's satisfied is when he's on a drunk

[Verse 3]
He fills his glasses up to the brim and he'll pass the cards around
And the only pleasure he gets out of life is rambling from town to town

[Verse 4]
Oh tell my baby sister not to do what I have done
But shun that house in New Orleans they call the rising sun

[Verse 5]
Well with one foot on the platform and the other foot on the train
I'm going back to New Orleans to wear that ball and chain

[Verse 6]
I'm going back to New Orleans, my race is almost run
I'm going back to end my life down in the rising sun

[Chorus]

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