Am C D F There is a house in New Orleans Am C E They call the Rising Sun Am C D F And it's been the ruin of many a poor boy Am E Am E And, God, I know I'm one. My mother was a tailoress She sowed my blue, blue jeans My father was a gambling man Down in New Orleans Now the only thing a gambler needs Is a suitcase and a trunk, oh And the only time that he's satisfied Is when he's down and drunk So mothers tell, tell your children Not to do what I have done Not to spend their lives in sin and misery In the House of the Rising Sun I got one foot on the platform And another one on the train I'm goin' home to New Orleans To wear that ball and chain There is a house in New Orleans That they call the Rising Sun And it's been the ruin for many a poor boy And God, I know I'm one Poor, poor boy Poor, poor boy Poor, poor boy Poor, poor boy Poor, poor boy Poor, poor boy Poor, poor boy Poor, poor boy Poor, poor boy Poor, poor boy | TransposeReset Font sizeReset Chords fingeringsAm C D E F |