The House of the Rising Sun lyrics and chords

The chords to The House of the Rising Sun are presented in the key of Dm. The lyrics are about a man who can’t stop gambling and he warns others not to live their lives as he has lived his.


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Dm 
There is a  
F 
house in  
G 
New 
 
Or
Bb 
leans, they  
Dm 
call the  
F 
Rising 
 
 
A7 
Sun
 
It’s  
Dm 
been the  
F 
ruin of  
G 
many poor  
Bb 
girl, and  
Dm 
me, oh,  
A7 
God, were  
Dm 
one

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If I had done like mama said, I wouldn’t be here today
But being so young and foolish, let a gambler lead me astray

Go tell my baby sister, don’t do like I have done
Please shun that house in New Orleans they call the Rising Sun

I’m going back to New Orleans, my race is almost done
I’m going back to New Orleans, to live in that Rising Sun

The verses above are Leadbelly’s version, the following verses have become widely used more recently.

My mother was a tailor, sewed my new blue jeans
My father was a gambling man, down in New Orleans

Now the only thing a gambler needs is a suitcase and a trunk
And the only time he’ll be satisfied is when he’s all a-drunk

Oh, mother tell your children not to do what I have done
Spend your life in sin and misery, in the house of the Rising Sun

Well I’ve got one foot on the platform, the other foot on the train
I’m going back to New Orleans, to wear that ball and chain

There is a house in New Orleans, they call the Rising Sun
It’s been the ruin of many poor girl and me, oh God were one

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[Dm]There is a [F]house in [G]New Or[Bb]leans, they [Dm]call the [F]Rising [A7]Sun
It’s [Dm]been the [F]ruin of [G]many poor [Bb]girl, and [Dm]me, oh, [A7]God, were [Dm]one

If I had done like mama said, I wouldn’t be here today
But being so young and foolish, let a gambler lead me astray

Go tell my baby sister, don’t do like I have done
Please shun that house in New Orleans they call the Rising Sun

I’m going back to New Orleans, my race is almost done
I’m going back to New Orleans, to live in that Rising Sun

My mother was a tailor, sewed my new blue jeans
My father was a gambling man, down in New Orleans

Now the only thing a gambler needs is a suitcase and a trunk
And the only time he’ll be satisfied is when he’s all a-drunk

Oh, mother tell your children not to do what I have done
Spend your life in sin and misery, in the house of the Rising Sun

Well I’ve got one foot on the platform, the other foot on the train
I’m going back to New Orleans, to wear that ball and chain

There is a house in New Orleans, they call the Rising Sun
It’s been the ruin of many poor girl and me, oh God were one

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