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There is a Bmhouse in GNew OrleanDs
They F#mcall the RisiGng Sun
And it'Bms been the ruGin of many a poDor soul
And,F#m Lord, my father'sG the one
My F#mmother, she's Ea tailor
SheE sews those neDw blue jBmeans
To kBmeep my gambling fathDer drunk
DeeF#mp down in New OrleGans
It's a haGppy, happy, hF#mappy, happy, D/Ffun day, Gday
Like a bBmird flyiGng over Dforest fire
MyF#m father feels the heat beneath hisG wings
And inBm debt he lGeaves for aDnother town
Where heF#m gambles and, drunk, he still drGinks
MyF#m mother hidesE from pleasure
AndE thinks ofD Father on heBmr knees
LifBmted in the Darms of God
AwF#may from New OrleGans
HGappy, happy, F#mhappy, happy,D/F fun day,G day
HGappy, happy, F#mhappy, happy,D/F fun day,G day
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