2 acessos
D A D [Verse 1] D D7 There is a house down in New Orleans G D They call the Rising Sun D G And it's been the ruin of a many poor boy D A D And me, oh God , for one [Verse 2] D D7 Then fill the glasses to the brim G D Let the drinks go merrily around D G And we'll drink to the health of a rounder poor boy D A7 D Who goes from town to town [Verse 3] D D7 The only thing that a rounder needs G D Is a suitcase and a trunk D G And the only time he's satisfied D A7 D Is when he's on a drunk [Instrumental] D D7 G D D G D7 A7 D [Verse 4] D D7 Now boys don't believe what a girl tells you G D Though her eyes be blue or brown D G G7 Unless she's on some scaffold high D A7 D Saying "Boys, I can't come down." [Verse 5] D D7 Go tell my youngest brother G D Not to do the things I've done D G But to shun that house down in New Orleans D A D They call the Rising Sun [Instrumental] D D7 G D D G D7 A7 D [Verse 6] D D7 I'm going back, back to New Orleans G D For my race is nearly run D G Gonna spend the rest of my wicked life D A D Beneath that Rising Sun