House Of The Risin' Sun

House Of The Risin' Sun

Track by Bob Dylan

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LYRICS
There is a house down in New
Orleans
They call the risin sun.
Its been the ruin of many a poor
girl
And me, oh God, I'm one.
My mother was a tailor
She sewed these new blue jeans
My sweetheart was a gambler
Down in New Orleans.
Now the only thing a gambler
needs
Is a suitcase and a trunk
And the only time hes satisfied
Is when hes on a drunk.
Hell fill his glasses up to the
brim
And hell pass the cards around
And the only pleasure he gets
out of life

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