House of the risin' sun

There Amis a Chouse in DNew Orleans F They Amcall the GRising EmSun E7 And it's Ambeen the Cruin of Dmany a poor Fboy And AmGod I Eknow I'm Amone E7 My mother was a tailor She sewed my new bluejeans My father was a gamblin' man Down in New Orleans Now the only thing a gambler needs Is a suitcase and trunk And the only time he's satisfied Is when he's on a drunk Oh mother tell your children Not to do what I have done Spend your lives in sin and misery In the House of the Rising Sun Well, I got one foot on the platform The other foot on the train I'm goin' back to New Orleans To wear that ball and chain Well, there is a house in New Orleans They call the Rising Sun And it's been the ruin of many a poor boy And God I know I'm one </poem> De Animals spelen zo te zien/horen net een paar andere akkoordjes: <poem> There Amis a Chouse in DNew Orleans F They Amcall the CRising ESun And it's Ambeen the Cruin of Dmany a poor Fboy And AmGod I Eknow I'm Amone E