D [Verse 1]D There is a house in New OrleansD You call the Rising SunD G It's been the ruin of many a poor soulD A D And me, oh God, I'm one [Verse 2]D G If I'd listened to what mama saidD A D I'd be at home todayD Being so young and foolish, poor girlA D I let a gambler lead me astray [Verse 3]D G My mother she's a tailorD Sews those new blue jeansD G My sweetheart, he's a drunkard, Lord GodD A D He drinks down in New Orleans [Verse 4]D G He fills his glasses to the brimD A D Passes them aroundD G D The only pleasure that he gets out of lifeA D Is a-hoboin' from town to town [Verse 5]D G The only thing a drunkard needsD A D Is a suitcase and a trunkD G The only time that he's half satisfiedD A D Is when he's on a drunk [Verse 6]D G Go and tell my baby sisterD A D Never do like I have doneD A D Shun that house down in New OrleansA D That they call that Rising Sun [Verse 7]D G It's one foot on the platformD A D One foot on the trainD G I'm going back down to New OrleansD A D To wear my ball and my chain [Verse 8]D G My life is almost overD A D My race is almost runD G Going back down to New OrleansD A D To that house of the Rising Sun
House Of The Rising Sun
Woody Guthrie
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