##title:House of the Rising Sun
##author:Bob Dylan / americký tradicionál
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[Ami]There is a h[C]ouse in N[D]ew Orl[F]eans
They [Ami]call the R[C]isin' S[E7]un
And it's [Ami]been a r[C]uin of m[D]any poor [F]boy
And [Ami]God I [E]know I'm [Ami]one.[C][D][F][Ami][E][Ami][E]

My mother was a tailor
She sewed my new blue jeans
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.