House of the rising sun

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House of the rising sun
Genre folk
Taal EN
Maatsoort 3/4
Toonsoort Am
Componist onbekend
Door Animals
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There Amis a Chouse in DNew Orleans F
They Amcall the GRising EmSun E7
And it's Ambeen the Cruin of Dmany a poor Fboy
And AmGod I Eknow I'm Amone E7

My mother was a tailor
She sewed my new bluejeans
My father was a gamblin' man
Down in New Orleans

Now the only thing a gambler needs
Is a suitcase and trunk
And the only time he's satisfied
Is when he's on a 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 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

Well, there is a house in New Orleans
They call the Rising Sun
And it's been the ruin of many a poor boy
And God I know I'm one