“House of the Risin’ Sun“ by Bob Dylan
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Lyrics:
There is a house down in New Orleans
They call the rising sun
And it’s been the ruin of many 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 rambling from town to town.
Oh tell my baby sister
Not to do what I have done
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