There is a h ouse in N ew Orleans,
They ca ll the R ising Sun,
And it's be en the r uin of m any a poor boy,
And Go d I k now I'm on e.
My mo ther w as a t ailor,
She se wed my n ew blue jeans,
My fa ther w as a g amblin man,
Do wn in N ew Orle ans.
Am E／Am E／
Now the on ly t hing a g ambler needs,
Is a su itcase a nd trunk,
And the on ly t ime he's satisfied,
Is wh en he's o n drug.
E♭m F＃／G＃ B／E♭m B♭／E♭m F＃7／G＃ B／
Oh mo ther tell your childr en,
Not to do what I have done:
To sp end your l ifes in s in and misery,
In the ho use of the R ising Sun.
W ell i got on e foot o n the p latform,
The ot her foot on the train,
I'm go ing b ack to N ew Orleans,
To we ar that b all and chain.
We ll, there is a h ouse in N ew Orleans,
They ca ll the R ising Sun,
And it's be en the r uin of m any a poor boy,
And go d I k now I'm on e.
E♭m G＃m／E♭m G＃m／E♭m G＃m／E♭m G＃m
