| Am | C | D | F | |
| There | is a | house in | New Or- | leans, |
| Am | C | E | |
| They | call the | Rising | Sun |
| Am | C | D | F | |
| And it's | been the | ruin of | many a po' | girl, |
| Am | E | Am | |
| And | me, Oh | God, I'm | one. |
| C | D | F | C | E | |
| ... | ... | ... | ... |
| Am | C | D | F | |
| My | mother | was a | tailor | , |
| Am | C | E | |
| She | sewed my | new blue | jeans |
| Am | C | D | F | |
| My | father | was a | gamblin' | man, |
| Am | E | Am | |
| down in | New | Orleans. |
| Am | C | D | F | |
| Now the | only | thing a | gambler | needs, |
| Am | C | E | |
| Is a | suitcase | and a | trunk |
| Am | C | D | F | |
| And the | only | time he's | satis- | fied, |
| Am | E | Am | |
| Is | when he's | on a | drunk. |
| Am | C | D | F | |
| He | fills his | glass up | to the | brim, |
| Am | C | E | |
| And he'll | pass the | cards a- | round |
| Am | C | D | F | |
| And the | only | pleasure he | gets outa | life, |
| Am | E | Am | |
| Is | ramblin' | town to | town. |
| Am | C | D | F | |
| Go | tell my | baby | sister, | , |
| Am | C | E | |
| Not to | do what | I have | done |
| Am | C | D | F | |
| But to | shun that | house in | New Or- | leans, |
| Am | E | Am | |
| They | call the | Rising | Sun. |
| Am | C | D | F | |
| Well I've got | one foot | on the | platform, |
| Am | C | E | |
| and the | other foot | on the | train |
| Am | C | D | F | |
| I'm | goin' | back to | New Or- | leans, |
| Am | E | Am | |
| to | wear that | ball and | chain |
| Am | C | D | F | |
| Well I'm | goin' | back to | New Or- | leans, |
| Am | C | E | |
| my | race is | almost | run |
| Am | C | D | F | |
| I'm | goin' | back to | end my | life, |
| Am | E | Am | |
| down | in the | Rising | Sun |
| Am | C | D | F | |
| Oh | mothers | tell your | children, | , |
| Am | C | E | |
| Not to | do what | I have | done |
| Am | C | D | F | |
| spend their | lives in | sin and mis | ery, |
| Am | E | Am | |
| in the | house of the | Rising | Sun. |
| Am | C | D | F | |
| There | is a | house in | New Or- | leans, |
| Am | C | E | |
| they | call the | Rising | Sun |
| Am | C | D | F | |
| And it's | been the | ruin of | many a po' | girl, |
| Am | E | Am | |
| and | me, Oh | God, I'm | one. |
This song is from PJ's Guitar Chords & Lyrics site |
DragonKatie... I believe that is "The Animals" version... the one above, I believe, is the original "traditional" song....?
The Chords are right and the words are right. A lot of people sing (poor Boy),
it should be as it is in this virshion,
(poor Girl).