Alt-J - House of the rising sun

There ^Bmis a ^G/Bhouse in ^DNew Orleans They ^F#mcall the ^D/F#Rising S^Gun And it's ^Bmbeen the ^G/Bruin of many p^Door souls And ^F#mlord, my ^D/F#father is ^Gone My ^F#mmother, she's a ^E5tailor She ^Esews those ^Gblue blue ^Djeans To ^Bmkeep my gambling ^Dfather drunk Deep ^F#mdown in ^D/F#New Orl^Geans

^GIt's a happy, happy, ^F#5happy, happy, ^Dfun day, d^Gay

^BmLike a bird ^G/Bflying over ^Dforest fire My ^F#mfather feels the ^D/F#heat beneath his ^Gwings And ^Bmin debt he l^G/Beaves for a^Dnother tower Where he ^F#mgambles and ^D/F#drunk he still d^Grinks My ^F#mmother hides from p^E5leasure ^ESees the father ^Gon her ^Dknees ^BmLeft it in the ^Darms of God A^F#mway from ^D/F#New Orl^Geans

^GHappy, happy, ^F#5happy, happy, ^Dfun day, d^Gay ^GHappy, happy, ^F#5happy, happy, ^Dfun day, d^Gay