House Of The Risin' Sun Lyrics - Bob Dylan - Bob Dylan

There is a house down in New Orleans they call the rising sun 

And it's been the ruin of many a 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 when 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 with 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 

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There is a house in New Orleans they call the rising sun 

And it's been the ruin of many a poor girl and me, oh God, I'm one 

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