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[Intro] Am C D F Am E Am E [Verse 1]
There Amis a Chouse in DNew OrleansF, They cAmall the "CRising E7Sun", It's Ambeen the Cruin of Dmany a poor Fboy, And AmGod, I Eknow, I'm Amone. C D F Am E Am E
My motAmher wCas a tailDor, F She seAmwed my neCw blue E7jeans, My faAmther was Ca gambliDng man, F DownAm in NewE Orleans. Am C D F Am E Am E
Now thAme onlCy thing aD gambler neFeds, Is a sAmuitcase aCnd a trE7unk, And tAmhe only tCime, he'Ds satisfied,F is when He'sAm on a dErunk Am C D F Am E Am E
[Solo] [Verse 2]
Oh, moAmther,C tell youDr children F Not toAm do what CI have E7done - SpendAm your livCes in siDn and miseryF In tAmhe HousEe of RisinAmg Sun C D F Am E Am E
Well, AmI've C got one Dfoot on theF platform, The otAmher's on Cthe traE7in, I'm gAmoing backC to New DOrleans, F to wAmear thaEt ball andAm chainC. D F Am E Am E
Well, AmthereC is a houDse in new OFrleans They cAmall the "CRising E7Sun", And iAmt's been Cthe ruinD of many a pFoor boy, And AmGod I kEnow i'm onAme C D F Am E Am E