House Of The Rising Sun

Em C (There is a) House in New Orleans, Em They call the Rising Sun. C Em It’s been the ruin of many poor girl C and me, Oh God, for one. Em C So tell my baby sisters, Em never do as I have done. C Em To shun that house in New Orleans C they call the rising sun. Em C My mother she’s a tailor, Em she sews those new blue jeans. C Em My sweetheart is a drunkard, Lord-Lord, C drinks down in New Orleans. Em C The only thing that a drunkard needs Em is a suitcase or a trunk. C Em The only time he’s satisfied, C is when he’s on a drunk. Em C One foot is on the platform, Em and the other one on a train. C Em I’m going back to New Orleans C to wear that ball and chain.