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They call the rising sun
Am C Dm F
It has been the ruin of many a poor girl
Am E Am
And me oh god I´m one
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My mother is a tailor
Am C E
She sews those new blue jeans
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My sweetheart is a drunkbard lord
Am E Am
Drinks down in new orleans
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Well the only thing a drunkard needs
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Is a suitcase and a trunk
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And the only time he´s satisfied
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is when he´s On a drunk
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He´ll fill his glases to the brim
Am C E
And he passes them around
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And the only pleasure that he gets out of life
Am E Am
Is a ho-boing from town to town
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Go tell my baby sister
Am C E
Never do what I have done
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But shun that house in new orleans
Am E Am
They call the rising sun
Am C Dm F
Its one foot on the plattform
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And the other on the train
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Im going back to new orleans
Am E Am
To wear that ball and chain
Am C Dm F
Im going back to new orleans
Am C E
My time is almost done
Am C Dm F
Im going there to spend my days
Am E Am
Beneath that rising sun
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