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House of the Rising Sun Lyrics Artist(Band):Bob Dylan
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 sewed 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 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 Jesus, ' I don't wanna be left alone. Jesus, oh Jesus, Can you hear my last prayer? I know I have sinned, But Lord I'm sufferin' Jesus, oh Jesus, Can you hear my last prayer? There is a house in New Orleans They call the Risin' Sun It's been the ruin of many a poor girl And Lord I know I'm one If you find some error in House of the Rising Sun Lyrics, would you please submit your corrections to me? Thank You. Thanks to Sally for submitting the lyrics. Review the song House of the Rising Sun The area is only for review, if you want to submit the lyrics or the corrections of the lyrics, please click the link at the end of the lyrics.  Download "Bob Dylan" Music | | ||||||||||||
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