The House of the Rising Sun


{t:The House of the Rising Sun}
{st:Bluesy amerikansk folkevise}

There [Am]is a h[C]ouse in N[D]ew Orl[F]eans,

They c[Am]all the «R[C]ising S[E7]un»,

It's b[Am]een the r[C]uin of m[D]any a poor b[F]oy (girl)

And G[Am]od, I kn[E]ow, I'm [Am]one[E7]

My mother was a tailor
sewed my new bluejeans,
My father was a gamblin' man
down in New Oeleans.

Now the only thing a gambler needs
Is a suitcase and trunk,
And the only time he's satisfied
Is when he's all drunk.

Oh mother, tell your children
Not to do what I have done
Spend your lives in sin and misery
In the House of the Rising Sun

Well, I've got one foot on the platform
The other foot on the train
I'm goin' back to New Orleans
To wear that ball and chain… </chord>

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