House Of The Rising Sun Doc Watson

House Of The Rising Sun

Doc Watson

Marcia White

303
0:00 3:13
Accordage Standard (E A D G B E)
Signature rythmique 2/2
Tonalité: Cm
Capo:
Case 3
Rythmique 1

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Paroles

[Intro]
| Am | C  | D  | F |
| Am | C  | E7 | - |
| Am | C  | D  | F |
| Am | E7 | Am | - |

[Verse 1]
Am                C           D
  There is a house down in New Orleans
F         Am      C    E7
 They call  the Rising Sun
         Am        C   D              F
It's been  the ruin of many a poor boy
       Am  E7            Am
And me,  oh  God, I'm one

[Verse 2]
Am         C               D
Mamma, she worked for a tailor man
F         Am       C             E7
 She sewed  all my new blue jeans
       Am       C     D     F
And my daddy was a gamblin' man
       Am          E7    Am
In the town of old New Orleans
Shuffle them cards, Richard

[Solo 1]
| Am | C  | D  | F |
| Am | C  | E7 | - |
| Am | C  | D  | F |
| Am | E7 | Am | - |

[Verse 3]
      Am C                D             F
The only thing that a rounder ever needs
         Am  C          E7
Is a suitcase or a trunk
        Am       C      D        F
And the only time he's ever satisfied
   Am        E7   Am
Is when he's on a drunk

[Verse 4]
     Am               C  D                 F
Boys fill up your glasses right to the brim
        Am         C             E7
Let the drinks flow merrily round
      Am                 C     D            F
We'll drink to the health of a rounder poor boy
       Am        E7      Am
Who rambles from town to town

[Verse 5]
    Am                   C       D              F
Now fella's don't believe what a bad woman tells you
           Am          C        E7
Though her eyes be blue or brown
  Am                    C        D             F
Unless she's standing on some old scaffold high
       Am                     E7        Am
Saying "fellas" they won't let  me come down

[Solo 2]
| Am | C  | D  | F |
| Am | C  | E7 | - |
| Am | C  | D  | F |
| Am | E7 | Am | - |

[Verse 6]
   Am      C        D
Go tell my youngest brother
F       Am           C                    E7
 Not to do the awful things that I've done
       Am            C                D
And to shun that old house down in New Orleans
F          Am       E7     Am
 That they call the Rising Sun

[Verse 7]
             Am          C           D
Soon they'll take me back down to New Orleans
F   Am           C                    E7
 To face all the crimes that I've done
             Am
Then they'll tie me to,
C   D            F
 an old ball and chain
  Am             E7      Am
Until my earlthy race is run

Mesures

[Intro]
| Am | C  | D  | F |
| Am | C  | E7 | - |
| Am | C  | D  | F |
| Am | E7 | Am | - |

[Verse 1]
| Am | C  | D  | F |
| Am | C  | E7 | - |
| Am | C  | D  | F |
| Am | E7 | Am | - |

There is a house down in New Orleans
They call  the Rising Sun
It's been  the ruin of many a poor boy
And me,  oh  God, I'm one

[Verse 2]
| Am | C  | D  | F |
| Am | C  | E7 | - |
| Am | C  | D  | F |
| Am | E7 | Am | - |

Mamma, she worked for a tailor man
She sewed  all my new blue jeans
And my daddy was a gamblin' man
In the town of old New Orleans
Shuffle them cards, Richard

[Solo 1]
| Am | C  | D  | F |
| Am | C  | E7 | - |
| Am | C  | D  | F |
| Am | E7 | Am | - |

[Verse 3]
| Am | C  | D  | F |
| Am | C  | E7 | - |
| Am | C  | D  | F |
| Am | E7 | Am | - |

The only thing that a rounder ever needs
Is a suitcase or a trunk
And the only time he's ever satisfied
Is when he's on a drunk

[Verse 4]
| Am | C  | D  | F |
| Am | C  | E7 | - |
| Am | C  | D  | F |
| Am | E7 | Am | - |

Boys fill up your glasses right to the brim
Let the drinks flow merrily round
We'll drink to the health of a rounder poor boy
Who rambles from town to town

[Verse 5]
| Am | C  | D  | F |
| Am | C  | E7 | - |
| Am | C  | D  | F |
| Am | E7 | Am | - |

Now fella's don't believe what a bad woman tells you
Though her eyes be blue or brown
Unless she's standing on some old scaffold high
Saying "fellas" they won't let  me come down

[Solo 2]
| Am | C  | D  | F |
| Am | C  | E7 | - |
| Am | C  | D  | F |
| Am | E7 | Am | - |

[Verse 6]
| Am | C  | D  | F |
| Am | C  | E7 | - |
| Am | C  | D  | F |
| Am | E7 | Am | - |

Go tell my youngest brother
Not to do the awful things that I've done
And to shun that old house down in New Orleans
That they call the Rising Sun

[Verse 7]
| Am | C  | D  | F |
| Am | C  | E7 | - |
| Am | C  | D  | F |
| Am | E7 | Am |

Soon they'll take me back down to New Orleans
To face all the crimes that I've done
Then they'll tie me to,
an old ball and chain
Until my earlthy race is run

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