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Bob Dylan - House Of The Rising Sun Lyrics

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  • (first releasetraditional, arranged by bob dylan)
  • There is a house down in new orleans
  • They call the risin sun
  • And its been the ruin of many a poor girl
  • And me, oh god, Im a-one
  • My mother was a tailor
  • She sewed these new blue jeans
  • My sweetheart was a gambler, lord
  • Down in new orleans
  • Now the only thing a gambler needs
  • Is a suitcase and a trunk
  • And the only time hes satisfied
  • Is when hes on a drunk
  • He fills his glasses up to the brim
  • And hell pass the cards around
  • And the only pleasure he gets out of life
  • Is ramblin from town to town
  • Oh tell my baby sister
  • Not to do what I have done
  • But shun that house in new orleans
  • They call the risin sun
  • Well, its one foot on the platform
  • And the other foot on the train
  • Im goin back to new orleans
  • To wear that ball and chain
  • Im a-goin back to new orleans
  • My race is almost run
  • Im goin back to end my life
  • Down in the risin sun
  • There is a house in new orleans
  • They call the risin sun
  • Its been the ruin of many poor girl
  • And me, oh god, Im a-one

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