title: The House of the Rising Sun Minor)songwriter: Alan Pricekey: Folkharp type: Chromaticgenre: Anyskill: Anyreleased: 1964-3 -3 -4 5 6 -5 -3 5There is a house in New Orleans,-7 -7 -7 7 6 -5 6they call the rising sun.-7 -7 7 7 6 -5-5 -5 -3 4It’s been the ruin of many a poor girl-3 -3 -3 3* 2 3* -3and me, oh Lord, was one.If I had listened what Mamma said,I’d been at home today.Being so young and foolish, poor boy,Let a rambler lead me astray.Go tell my baby sisterNever do like I have doneTo shun that house in New OrleansThey call the Rising Sun.My mother she’s a tailor;She sold those new blue jeans.My sweetheart, he’s a drunkard, 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 life,Beneath that Rising Sun.