Am C D F Am C E There is a house in New Orleans, they call the Rising Sun. Am C D F Am E Am-E It's been the ruin of many poor girl and me, oh Lord, am one.
Am C D F Am C E If I had listened to what my Mama said, I'd a been at home today. Am C D F Am E Am-E Being so young and foolish, poor boy, let a rambler lead me astray.
Am C D F Am C E My mother was a tailor, she sewed my new blue jeans. Am C D F Am E Am-E My father was a gamblin' man way down in New Orleans.
Am C D F Am C E The only thing a gambler needs is a suitcase and a trunk, Am C D F Am E Am-E And the only time he's satisfied is when he's on a drunk.
Am C D -F Am C E Go tell my baby sister not to do what I have done. Am C D F Am E Am-E But to shun that house in New Orleans they call the Rising Sun.
Am C D -F Am C E I've got one foot on the platform and the other on the train, Am C D F Am E Am-E I'm going back to New Orleans to wear that ball and chain.
Am C D F Am C E I'm going back to New Orleans, my race is almost run. Am C D F Am E Am-E I'm going back to spend the rest of my life beneath that Rising Sun.
Am C D F Am C E There is a house in New Orleans, they call the Rising Sun. Am C D F Am E Am-E It's been the ruin of many poor girl and me, oh Lord, am one.
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