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 live recorded with Nick Katzman   alles-uke.de