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Am C D F There is a house in New Orleans, Am C E They call the Rising Sun Am C D F It's been the ruin of many a street guitar boy Am E Am God I know I'm one My mother is a tailor She sews those new blue jeans, My daddy was a honky tonk rambling man He got a good reputation down around Montgomery, Mobile, Biloxi and New Orleans Now the only thing a gambler needs Is a suitcase and a trunk And the only time that we are satisfied Is when we got a number one song or at a party drunk There is a house in New Orleans, They call the Rising Sun, sun, sun It's been the ruin of many a street guitar boy God knows I'm one In the house of the rising sun
Written by Alan Price
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