The Rising Sun Blues (House of the Rising Sun.)
Clarence (Tom) Ashley and Gwin Foster on
VOCALION Records in 1933.
(It's said that Ashley learned the song from
his grandfather, so it was probably written in the
1800's.) (The record is old and scratchy so I hope
         I got it fairly close.)


INTRO: E B E

#1.
E                                    A    E   C      E
They are a house in New Orleans they call the Rising Sun.
      A         Am      E                         B
Where many poor boys to destruction has gone, and me, oh,
         E    E B E
God, for one.

#2.
E                                           A         C
Just fill the glass up to the brim, let the drinks go merrily 
 E
around.
      A     C      E                                B
We?ll drink to the life of a rounder, poor boy, who goes from 
        E     E B E
town to town.

#3.
       Em         E      A       E          A        C   B E
All in this world does a rambler want, is a suitcase and a trunk.
    A    Am        E             B              E     E B E
The only time he?s satisfied, is when he?s on a drunk.

#4.
E                              A                E            A
Now, boys don?t believe what a young girl tells you, let her eyes 
           E
be blue or brown.
A            C       A   E                   B                 
Unless she?s on some scaffold high, saying, 'Boys, I can?t come 
 E    E B E Dbm E
down.'

#5.
E               Em   E  A   E               A       C B    E
I?m going back, back to New Orleans, for my race is almost run..
   A     D   Dbm        E              B                E
to spend the rest of my wicked life, beneath the Rising Sun.


OUTRO: E B E Dbm E


A thirties smash from Kraziekhat.