There is a house down in new orleans
They call the risin sun
And it's been the ruin of many a poor girl
And me, oh god, I'm 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 he's satisfied
Is when he's 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, it's one foot on the platform
And the other foot on the train
I'm goin back to new orleans
To wear that ball and chain
I'm a-goin back to new orleans
My race is almost run
I'm 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, I'm a-one
(first releasetraditional, arranged by bob dylan) There is a house down in new orleans They call the risin sun And it's been the ruin of many a poor girl And me, oh god, I'm 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 he's satisfied Is when he's 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, it's one foot on the platform And the other foot on the train I'm goin back to new orleans To wear that ball and chain I'm a-goin back to new orleans My race is almost run I'm 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, I'm a-one Explain Request ×
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