Bm G D
There is a house in New Orleans
F#m G
They call the Rising Sun
Bm G D
And it's been the ruin of many a poor soul
F#m G
And, Lord, my father's the one
F#m E
My mother, she's a tailor
E D Bm
She sews those new blue jeans
Bm D
To keep my gambling father drunk
F#m G
Deep down in New Orleans
G F#m D/F# G
It's a happy, happy, happy, happy, fun day, day
Bm G D
Like a bird flying over forest fire
F#m G
My father feels the heat beneath his wings
Bm G D
And in debt he leaves for another town
F#m G
Where he gambles and, drunk, he still drinks
F#m E
My mother hides from pleasure
E D Bm
And thinks of Father on her knees
Bm D
Lifted in the arms of God
F#m G
Away from New Orleans
G F#m D/F# G
Happy, happy, happy, happy, fun day, day
G F#m D/F# G
Happy, happy, happy, happy, fun day, day