House Of The Rising Sun Lyrics & Chords By Luke Abbott

There is a house down in New Orleans
They call the Rising Sun
And it's been the ruin of a many poor girl
And me, oh God, for one

Oh mothers, tell your children
Not to do the things I've done
But to shun that house down in New Orleans
They call the Rising Sun

Well the only thing that a rounder needs
Is a suitcase and a trunk
And the only time he's ever satisfied
Is when he's on a drunk

So fill the glasses to the brim
Let the drinks flow merrily around
And we'll drink to the health of a rounder, poor boy
Who goes from town to town

Well one foot's on the platform
And the other one's on the train
I'm a-goin' back, back to New Orleans
To wear that ball and chain

Yeah I'm going back, back to New Orleans
For my race is nearly run
Gonna spend the rest of my wicked life
Beneath the rising sun

There is a house down in New Orleans
They call the Rising Sun
And it's been the ruin of a many poor girl
And me, oh God, for one
And me, oh God, for one