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                    Am C D F Am C E E

                   Am         C        D     F
                   There is a house in New Orleans,
                   Am            C      E    E
                   They call the Rising Sun
                   Am            C       D           F
               And It's been the ruin of many a poor boy
                   Am         E         Am    C D F Am E Am E
                   And God, I know, I'm one


                   Am        C     D     F
                   My mother was a tailor
                   She sewed my new blue jeans
                   My father was a gambling man
                   Down in New Orleans

                   And the only things a gambler needs
                   Is a suitcase and a trunk
                   And the only time he's satisfied
                   Is when he's all a-drunk

                   I've got one foot on the platform
                   The other foot on the train
                   I'm going back to New Orleans
                   To wear the ball and chain

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                   So mothers, tell your children
                   Not to do what I have done
                   Spend your life in sin and misery
                   In the house of the Rising Sun