Am    C       E
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
 
         Am    C       Dm    F
My mother is a tailor
         Am             C                E
She sews those new blue jeans
         Am             C       Dm    F
My sweetheart is a drunkbard lord
         Am             E       Am
Drinks down in new orleans
 
         Am    C                Dm             F
Well the only thing a drunkard needs
         Am    C       E
Is a suitcase and a trunk
         Am    C                Dm    F
And the only time he´s satisfied 
Am             E       Am
is when he´s On a drunk
 
         Am    C       Dm    F
He´ll fill his glases to the brim
                   Am    C       E
And he passes them around
         Am             C                Dm             F
And the only pleasure that he gets out of life
         Am             E                 Am
Is a ho-boing from town to town
 
         Am    C       Dm    F
Go tell my baby sister
         Am    C       E
Never do what I have done
         Am    C       Dm             F
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
         Am    C       E
And the other on the train
Am             C       Dm    F
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
www.molike.de