Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song House Of The Risin' Sun, artist - Bob Dylan. Album song Talkin' New York, 1962, in the genre Date of issue: 18.09.2019
Record label: RevOla
House Of The Risin' Sun |
| There is a house 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 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 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 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 rising sun |
| Well, now 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 goin' back to New Orleans |
| My race is almost run |
| I'm goin' back to end my life |
| Down in the risin' sun |
| Well, there is a house in New Orleans |
| They call the risin' sun |
| It's been the ruin of many poor girl and me |
| And god, I know, I'm one. |