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24-03-2009

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The house of the rising sun »« traditional

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Am   C       D       F
There is a house in New Orleans,
Am    C          E
they call the Rising Sun.
Am      C          D              F
It has been the ruin of many a poor boy
Am      E      Am    E
and God, I know I'm one.
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Am     C       D    F
My mother was a tailor,
Am       C        E
she sewed my new blue jeans.
Am     C      D         F
My father was a gambling man,
Am     E    Am          C  D  F  Am  E  Am  E
down in New Orleans .
 
Am     C           D          F
Now the only thing a gambler needs,
Am        C         E
is a suitcase and a drunk.
Am         C      D        F
And the only time he'll be satisfied,
Am        E     Am     C  D  F  Am  E  Am  E
is when he's all drunk.
 
Am        C       D    F
Oh mother, tell your children, .
Am         C          E
not to do what I have done.
Am      C            D    F
Spend your life in sin and misery,
Am           E         Am     C D F Am E Am E
in the house of the Rising Sun.
 
Am          C             D     F
Well, I've got one foot on the platform,
Am         C           E
the other foot on the train.
Am       C       D       F
I'm going back to New Orleans,
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to wear that ball and chain.
 
Volgens Alan Lomax [Boek : Our singing country(1941)] zou de melody van "The rising sun" een Engelse ballade zijn waarvan de tekst zou geschreven zijn door Georgia Turner en Bert Martin.
De eerste opname door Blueszanger Texas Alexander dateert van rond 1920.
 
De originele tekst :
 
There is a house in New Orleans
They call the Rising Sun.
It's been the ruin of many a poor girl,
and me, O God, for one.
 
If I had listened what Mamma said,
I'd 'a' been at home today.
Being so young and foolish, poor boy,
let a rambler lead me astray.
 
Go tell my baby sister
never do like I have done
to shun that house in New Orleans
they call the Rising Sun.
 
My mother she's a tailor;
she sold those new blue jeans.
My sweetheart, he's a drunkard, Lord, Lord,
drinks down in New Orleans.
 
The only thing a drunkard needs
is a suitcase and a trunk.
The only time he's satisfied
is when he's on a drunk.
 
Fills his glasses to the brim,
passes them around
only pleasure he gets out of life
is hoboin' from town to town.
 
One foot is on the platform
and the other one on the train.
I'm going back to New Orleans
to wear that ball and chain.
 
Going back to New Orleans,
my race is almost run.
Going back to spend the rest of my days
beneath that Rising Sun.