House of the Rising Sun
Chord-chart by Lynn Lewis




|Am / C / |D / F / There is - a house - in New - Or-leans, |Am / C / |E / E7 / They call - the Ris - ing Sun, |Am / C / |D / F / And it's been - the ruin - of many a poor boy, |Am / E7 / |Am / E7 / | And G-d - I know - I'm one.


My mother was a tailor, Sewed my new blue jeans, My father was a gamblin' man, Down in New Orleans.


Now the only thing a gambler needs, Is a suitcase and trunk, And the only time he's ever satisfied, Is when he's on a drunk.


Oh mother, tell your children, Not to do what I have done, Spend your lives in sin and misery, In the House of the Rising Sun.


Well, I've got one foot on the platform, The other foot on the train, I'm goin' back to New Orleans, To wear that ball and chain.


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