House Of The Rising Sun Chords & Tabs by Doc Watson

House Of The Rising Sun

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Verse 1
There is a house down in New
Orleans
They call the Rising Sun
And it's been the ruin of a many
poor boy
And me, oh God, I'm one
Verse 2
Mamma, she worked for a tailor
man
She sewed all my new blue jeans
And my daddy was a gamblin' man
In the town of old New Orleans
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Verse 3
The only thing that a rounder
ever needs
Is a suitcase or a trunk
And the only time he's ever
satisfied
Is when he's on a drunk
Verse 4
Boys fill up your glasses right
to the brim
Let the drinks flow merrily
round
And we'll drink to the health of
a rounder poor boy
Who rambles from town to town
Verse 5
Now fellas don't believe what a
bad woman tells you
Though her eyes be blue or brown
Unless she's standing on some
old scaffold high
Saying "Fellas they won't let me
come down"
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Verse 6
Go tell my youngest brother
Not to do the awful things I've
done
And to shun that old house down
in New Orleans
That they call the Rising Sun
Verse 7
Soon they'll take me back down
to New Orleans
To face all the crimes that I've
done
Then they'll tie me to, an old
ball and chain
Until my earthly race is run

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House Of The Rising Sun

Doc Watson

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Intro
      
      
Verse 1
There is a house down in New
Orleans
They call the Rising Sun
And it's been the ruin of a many
poor boy
And me, oh God, I'm one
Verse 2
Mamma, she worked for a tailor
man
She sewed all my new blue jeans
And my daddy was a gamblin' man
In the town of old New Orleans
Instrumental
      
      
Verse 3
The only thing that a rounder
ever needs
Is a suitcase or a trunk
And the only time he's ever
satisfied
Is when he's on a drunk
Verse 4
Boys fill up your glasses right
to the brim
Let the drinks flow merrily
round
And we'll drink to the health of
a rounder poor boy
Who rambles from town to town
Verse 5
Now fellas don't believe what a
bad woman tells you
Though her eyes be blue or brown
Unless she's standing on some
old scaffold high
Saying "Fellas they won't let me
come down"
Instrumental
      
      
Verse 6
Go tell my youngest brother
Not to do the awful things I've
done
And to shun that old house down
in New Orleans
That they call the Rising Sun
Verse 7
Soon they'll take me back down
to New Orleans
To face all the crimes that I've
done
Then they'll tie me to, an old
ball and chain
Until my earthly race is run