Am C D F There is a house in New Orleans, Am C E7 They call it Rising Sun. Am C D F And it´s been the ruin of many a poor boy, Am E Am E7 And God, I know I´m one.
My mother was a tailores Sewed my new blue jeans My father was a gamblin´ man Down in New Orleans.
Now the only thing a gambler needs Is a suitcase and a trunk. And the only time he´ll be satisfied Is when he´s down and 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 going back to New Orleans To wear that ball and chain.
There is a house in New Orleans, They call it Rising Sun. And it´s been the ruin of many a poor boy, And God, I know I´m one.