Am

C

D

F

Am

C

E

There 

is a 

house in 

New Or-

leans, They 

call the 

Rising 

Sun

Am

C

D

F

Am

E

Am

And it's 

been the 

ruin of 

many a po' 

girl, And 

me, Oh 

God, I'm 

one.

C

D

F

C

E

Am

C

D

F

Am

C

E

My 

mother 

was a 

tailor 

, She 

sewed my 

new blue 

jeans

Am

C

D

F

Am

E

Am

My 

sweetheart 

was a 

gambler 

lord, 

down in 

New 

Orleans.

. . .

Am

C

D

F

Am

C

E

Now the 

only 

thing a 

gambler 

needs, Is a 

suitcase 

and a 

trunk

Am

C

D

F

Am

E

Am

And the 

only 

time he's 

satis-

fied, Is 

when he's 

on a 

drunk.

. . .

Am

C

D

F

Am

C

E

He 

fills his 

glass up 

to the 

brim, And he'll 

pass the 

cards a-

round

Am

C

D

F

Am

E

Am

And the 

only 

pleasure he 

gets outa 

life, Is 

ramblin from 

town to 

town.

. . .

Am

C

D

F

Am

C

E

Go 

tell my 

baby 

sister, 

, Not to 

do what 

I have 

done

Am

C

D

F

Am

E

Am

But to 

shun that 

house in 

New Or-

leans, They 

call the 

Rising 

Sun.

. . .

Am

C

D

F

Am

C

E

Well it's 

one foot 

on the 

platform, 

. . .and the 

other foot 

on the 

train

Am

C

D

F

Am

E

Am

I'm 

goin' 

back to 

New Or-

leans, to 

wear that 

ball and 

chain

. . .

Am

C

D

F

Am

C

E

Well I'm 

goin' 

back to 

New Or-

leans, my 

race is 

almost 

run

Am

C

D

F

Am

E

Am

I'm 

goin' 

back to 

end my 

life, down 

in the 

Rising 

Sun

. . .

Am

C

D

F

Am

C

E

There 

is a 

house in 

New Or-

leans, they 

call the 

Rising 

Sun

Am

C

D

F

Am

E

Am

And it's 

been the 

ruin of 

many a po' 

girl, and 

me, Oh 

God, I'm 

one.