There is a house in N ew Orleans,
They ca ll the Rising Sun,
And it's be en the ruin of m any a poor boy,
And Go d I k now I'm one.
My mo ther was a t ailor,
She se wed my new blue jeans,
My fa ther was a g amblin man,
Do wn in N ew Orleans.
Now the on ly thing a g ambler needs,
Is a su itcase and trunk,
And the on ly time he's satisfied,
Is wh en he's o n drug.
Oh mo ther tell your childr en,
Not to do what I have done
To sp end your lifes in s in and misery,
In the ho use of the R ising Sun.
Well i got on e foot on the pl atform,
The ot her foot on the train,
I'm go ing back to N ew Orleans,
To we ar that b all and chain.
Well, there is a house in N ew Orleans,
They ca ll the Rising Sun,
And it's be en the ruin of m any a poor boy,
And go d I k now I'm one.
G＃m／C＃m G＃m／C＃m G＃m／C＃m G＃m／C＃m G＃m／C＃m
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