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Verse 1: Em G Am C Em G B There is a house in Western York they call the rising sun Em G Am C And it's been the ruin of many a poor boy Em B7 Em My God, I hear them come Verse 2: Em G A C Em G B7 My mother was a tailor, she sewed these new blue sleeves Em G A C Our fathers were legends of men Em B7 Em Who ruled like western straits Solo Em G A C Em G B7 B7 Em G A C Em B7 Em Em Verse 3: Em G Am C I'm going back to Western York Em G B7 Where hearts beat loud as one Em G A C To the house, the pain, and the warrior's game Em B7 Em To the men who raised the sun Interlude Em G A C Em G B7 B7 Em G A C Em B7 Em Em Verse 4: Em G Am C Em G B There is a house in Western York they call the rising sun Em G Am C And it's been the ruin of many a poor boy Em B7 Em My God, I hear them come
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