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The House of the Rising Sun

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

There [Am]is a [C]house in [D]New Orle[F]ans,

They [Am]call the [C]«Rising [E7]Sun»,

It's [Am]been the [C]ruin of [D]many a poor [F]boy (girl)

And [Am]God, I [E]know, I'm [Am]one[E7] </chord>

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…

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