Am C D F Am E Am E Am C D F There is a house in New Orleans Am C E E7 They call the Rising Sun Am C D F It's been the ruin of many a poor boy Am E Am And me, oh Lord, I'm one. C D F Am E Am E My mother was a tailor She sew my new blue jeans My father was a gambling man Down in New Orleans. And the only thing a gambler needs Is a suitcase and a trunk And the only time his satisfied Is when he's on a drunk. Oh, mother tell your children Not to do what I have done Spend your life sincere in misery In the house of the Rising Sun One foot on the platform The other foot's on the train I'm going back to New Orleans To wear the ball and chain. There is a house in New Orleans They call the Rising Sun It's been the ruin of many a poor boy And me, oh Lord, I'm one.
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