| Introduction |
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| Dylan |
1. |
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. |
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2. |
My mother was a tailor.
She sowed these new blue jeans.
My sweetheart was a gambler, Lord,
down in New Orleans. |
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3. |
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 |
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4. |
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 ramblin' from town to town. |
| Bridge |
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Oh, tell my baby sister
not to do what I have done,
but shun that house in New Orleans
they call The Risin' Sun. |
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5. |
Well, it's a-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. |
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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. |
| Close |
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There is a house in New Orleans
they call The Risin' Sun.
It's been the ruin of many a poor girl,
and me, oh God, I'm a-one. |
