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TAm7here is a Chouse in DNew OFrleans,
AmThey call the RiCsing SEun
AAmnd It's been the ruCin of maDny a poorF boy
AmAnd God,E I know, I'Amm one C D F Am E Am E
AmMy motherC was a taiDlor F
AmShe sewed my Cnew blue jEeans
MAmy father wCas a DgamblingF man
AmDown in ENew OrAmleans
AmAnd the only thCings a gDambler nFeeds
AmIs a suitcase Cand a tErunk
AmAnd the onlCy time heD's satFisfied
AmIs when he'Es all a-drAmunk C D F Am E Am E
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AmSo motherCs, tell your cDhildrFen
AmNot to do wChat I have Edone
SpenAmd your life Cin sin aDnd miseryF
AmIn the house of the Rising SEun Am
AmThere is a Chouse in New OrleaDns, F
AmThey call the Rising CSun E
And AmIt's been the ruin ofC many a Dpoor boy F
AmAnd God, I Eknow, I'm oAmne C D F Am E Am E
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