Текст песни Bob Dylan - House Of The Rising Sun

House of the Risin' Sun (1961)
Bob Dylan

Play it kind of like this:

There is a house down in New Orleans
They call the Risin' Sun
And it's been the ruin of many poor girl
And me, oh God, I'm a-one

2)
My mother was a taylor
She sewed these new blue jeans
My sweetheart was a gambler, Lord
Down in New Orleans

3)
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

4)
He fills his glasses up to the brim
And he'll pace the cards around
And the only pleasure he gets out of life
Is ramblin' from town to town

5)
Oh tell my baby sister
Not to do as I have done
But to shun that house in New Orleans
They call the Risin' Sun

6)
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

7)
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

8)
There is a house in New Orleans
They call the Risin' Sun
It's been the ruin of many poor girl
And me, oh God, Im a-one