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“House of the Risin' Sun“ by Bob Dylan Listen to Bob Dylan: Subscribe to the Bob Dylan YouTube channel: Follow Bob Dylan: Facebook: Twitter: Instagram: Website: YouTube: Streaming Services: Lyrics: There is a house down in New Orleans They call the rising sun And it's been the ruin of many poor girl And me, oh God, I'm one. My mother was a tailor She sowed 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 he's satisfied Is when he's on a drunk. 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. Oh tell my baby sister Not to do what I have done But shun that house in New Orleans They call the rising sun. Well it's 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. 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. There is a house in New Orleans They call the rising sun It's been the ruin of many poor girl And me, oh God, I'm one. #BobDylan #Folk #SingerSongwriter
