House of the Rising Sun (A)

(tradicional) Cmi / c

Cmi       Eb           F     Ab

There’s a house in the New Orleans,

     Cmi         Eb     G7

They call of the Rising Sun,

     Cmi      Eb       F         Ab

It’s been the ruin for many poor boys,

    Cmi    G        Cmi  G7

And me, my Lord, am one.

My mother was a tailor,

She sewed my new blue jeans,

My father was a gambling man

Down in New Orleans.

The only thing the gambler needs

Is a suitcase and a trunk,

The only thing he could be satisfied

Is when he is all drunk.

Oh mother, tell you children

Not to do the things I’ve done,

Spend your lives in sin and the misery

In the House of the Rising Sun.

5.  =  1.