[Intro]
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[Verse]
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There is a house down in New Orleans
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They call the Rising Sun
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And it's been the ruin of a many poor boy
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And me, oh God, I'm one
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Mama she worked for a tailor man
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She sewed all my new Blue jeans
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And my daddy was a gambling man
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In the town of old New Orleans
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The only thing that a rounder ever needs
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Is a suitcase or a trunk
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And the only time he's ever satisfied
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Is when he's on a drug.
Am C D
Boys fill up the glasses
F
Right to the brim
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Let the drinks flow merrily round
Am C
Well, drink to the health
D F
Of the round poor boy
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Who rumble from town to town
Am C
Now fellows don't believe
D F
What a bad woman tells you
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For her eyes be blue or brown
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Unless you stand an old some old
F
Scaffold high
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Some fellows they won't let me come down
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Go tell my youngest brother
Am C
Not to do the awful things
E7
that I've done
Am C
And to shine that old house
D F
down in new orleans
Am E7 Am
That they call the rising sun
Am C
Soon they'll take me back
D F
Down to New Orleans
Am C
To face all the crimes
E7
that I've done
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Then they'll tie me to an old bowling chain
Am E7 Am
Until my earthly race is run.
