House of the Rising Sun
Traditional - lyrics and chords as by Woody Guthrie

There (C)is a house in (F)New Orleans
They (C)call the Rising Sun
It’s (C)been the ruin of (F)many a poor soul
And (G7)me, oh God, I’m (C)one

If I had listened what moma said:
Be at home today
Bein’ so young an’ foolish, poor girl
Let a gambler lead me astray

My mother, she’s a tailor
Sows those new blue jeans
My sweetheart, he’s a drunkard Lord
He drinks down in New Orleans

He fills his glasses to the brim
Passes them around
The only pleasure that he gits out of live
Is a hoboing from town to town

The only thing a drunkard needs
Is a suitcase and a trunk
The only time he’s half satisfied
Is when he’s on a drunk

Go and tell my baby sister
Never do like I have done
Shun that house down in New Orleans
They call the Rising Sun

Got one foot on the platform
The other’s on the train
I’m a-going back down to New Orleans
To wear my ball and chain

My life is almost over
My race is almost run
Goin’ back down to New Orleans
To that house of the Rising Sun

on CD

live recorded with Nick Katzman

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