House Of The Rising Sun

There is a house in New Orleans
Call it the rising sun
And it's been the ruin
Of many a poor girl
And me, oh lord, I'm one

If I'd listened what my mama said
Be at home today
Bein' so young
And foolish, my Lord
Let a gambler lead me astɾay

My mother was [Am7]a tailor
Sews new blue jeans
My sweetheart's is a drunkard, Lord
Drinks down in New Orleans

Go tell my [A]baby sister
Never do what I have done
Shun that house in New Orleans
They call [Em]it the ɾising sun

Goin' back to [C7]New Orleans
Race is almost ɾun
Goin' back to [C7]spend my [A]life
Beneath, beneath, beneath, oh Lord
Beneath, oh now
Beneath the ɾising, ɾising sun
Now, now

You come on [C7]by