House Of The Rising Sun

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There is a house in New Orleans
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They call the Rising Sun
       Bm           G              D
And it's been the ruin of many a poor soul
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And, Lord, my father's the one

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My mother, she's a tailor
   E             D       Bm
She sews those new blue jeans
    Bm                  D
To keep my gambling father drunk
   F#m               G
Deep down in New Orleans

         G            F#m          D/F#     G
It's a happy, happy, happy, happy, fun day, day

        Bm      G       D
Like a bird flying over forest fire
  F#m                               G
My father feels the heat beneath his wings
      Bm        G          D
And in debt he leaves for another town
        F#m                             G
Where he gambles and, drunk, he still drinks

  F#m          E
My mother hides from pleasure
   E         D            Bm
And thinks of Father on her knees
   Bm         D
Lifted in the arms of God
  F#m             G
Away from New Orleans

 G            F#m          D/F#     G
Happy, happy, happy, happy, fun day, day
 G            F#m          D/F#     G
Happy, happy, happy, happy, fun day, day