Woody Guthrie - House of the rising sun

^DThere is a house in New Orleans ^DYou call the Rising Sun ^DIt's been the ruin of m^Gany a poor soul And^D me, oh ^AGod, I'm^D one

^DIf I'd listened to what mama ^Gsaid I'd^D be at ^Ahome to^Dday ^DBeing so young and foolish, poor girl I let a ^Agambler lead me a^Dstray

^DMy mother she's a ^Gtailor ^DSews those new blue jeans ^DMy sweetheart, he's a ^Gdrunkard, Lord God He drinks ^Ddown in ^ANew Or^Dleans

^DHe fills his glasses ^Gto the brim ^DPasses ^Athem a^Dround ^DThe only pleasure that he ^Ggets out of ^Dlife Is ^Aa-hoboin' from town to ^Dtown

^DThe only thing a drun^Gkard needs Is a ^Dsuitcase ^Aand a ^Dtrunk ^DThe only time that he's ^Ghalf satisfied Is^D when he's ^Aon a ^Ddrunk

^DGo and tell my baby ^Gsister Never ^Ddo like ^AI have ^Ddone ^DShun that house down in ^ANew Orl^Deans That they ^Acall that Rising ^DSun

^DIt's one foot on the ^Gplatform ^DOne foot ^Aon the ^Dtrain ^DI'm going back down to ^GNew Orleans To ^Dwear my ^Aball and my ^Dchain

^DMy life is ^Galmost over My ^Drace is ^Aalmost ^Drun ^DGoing back down to ^GNew Orleans To that ^Dhouse of the ^ARising ^DSun