Intro: D A D
verse 1
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There is a house down in New Orleans
G D
They call the Rising Sun
D G
And it's been the ruin of a many poor boy
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And me, oh God , for one
verse 2
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Then fill the glasses to the brim
G D
Let the drinks go merrily around
D G
And we'll drink to the health of a rounder poor boy
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Who goes from town to town
verse 3
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The only thing that a rounder needs
G D
Is a suitcase and a trunk
D G
And the only time he's satisfied
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Is when he's on a drunk
Instrumental
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verse 4
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Now boys don't believe what a girl tells you
G D
Though her eyes be blue or brown
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Unless she's on some scaffold high
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Saying "Boys, I can't come down."
Verse 5
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Go tell my youngest brother
G D
Not to do the things I've done
D G
But to shun that house down in New Orleans
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They call the Rising Sun
Instrumental
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Verse 6
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I'm going back, back to New Orleans
G D
For my race is nearly run
D G
Gonna spend the rest of my wicked life
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Beneath that Rising Sun