Bob Dylan - House Of The Rising Sun lyrics

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