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(First release?Traditional, 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 boy

And Lord I know I'm one.



My mother was a tailor

She sewed these new blue jeans

My father 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 won't you tell my brother

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

It's been the ruin of many poor boy

And Lord I know I'm one

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