House Of The Rising Sun lyrics

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(first release¡ºtraditional, arranged by bob dylan)There is a house down in new orleansThey call the risin' sunAnd it's been the ruin of many a poor girlAnd me, oh god, I'm a-oneMy mother was a tailorShe sewed these new blue jeansMy sweetheart was a gambler, lordDown in new orleansNow the only thing a gambler needsIs a suitcase and a trunkAnd the only time he's satisfiedIs when he's on a drunkHe fills his glasses up to the brimAnd he'll pass the cards aroundAnd
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the only pleasure he gets out of lifeIs ramblin' from town to townOh tell my baby sisterNot to do what I have doneBut shun that house in new orleansThey call the risin' sunWell, it's one foot on the platformAnd the other foot on the trainI'm goin' back to new orleansTo wear that ball and chainI'm a-goin' back to new orleansMy race is almost runI'm goin' back to end my lifeDown in the risin' sunThere is a house in new orleansThey call the risin' sunIt's been the ruin of many poor girlAnd me, oh god, I'm a-one

Writer(s): Bob Dylan, Dp, James Last, Alan Price
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