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      Am           C             D               F           E 
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   b|---1-^-1---------1-^-1---------2---^-2---------1--^-1--------^--0----- 
   g|--2----^-0------0----^-0------3------^-0------2-----^-0-----1---^-0--- 
   d|-2-------^-----2-------^---0-0---------^---3-3--------^----2------^--- 
   a|0-------------3-------------------------------------------2----------- 
   e|---------------------------------------------------------0------------ 
 
      Am               C               D           F            E7 
   e|------        e|--0---        e|--3---     e|--1---     e|--0--- 
   b|--1---        b|--1---        b|--2---     b|--1---     b|--0--- 
   g|--2---        g|--0---        g|--3---     g|--2---     g|--1--- 
   d|--2---        d|--2---        d|--0---     d|--3---     d|--0--- 
   a|--0---        a|--3---        a|------     a|------     a|--2--- 
   e|------        e|------        e|------     e|------     e|--0---
 
 
 
 
                    Am C D F Am C E7 E7 
 
                   Am         C        D     F 
                   There is a house in New Orleans, 
                   Am            C      E7    E7 
                   They call the Rising Sun 
                   Am            C       D           F 
               And It's been the ruin of many a poor boy 
                   Am         E7         Am    C D F Am E7 Am E7 
                   And God, I know, I'm one 
 
                   Am        C     D     F 
                   My mother was a tailor 
                   She sewed my new blue jeans 
                   My father was a gambling man 
                   Down in New Orleans 
 
                   And the only things a gambler needs 
                   Is a suitcase and a trunk 
                   And the only time he's satisfied 
                   Is when he's all a-drunk 
 
                   I've got one foot on the platform 
                   The other foot on the train 
                   I'm going back to New Orleans 
                   To wear the ball and chain 
 
                   So mothers, tell your children 
                   Not to do what I have done 
                   Spend your life in sin and misery 
                   In the house of the Rising Sun 
 
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Contribuição: David Tadeu Contar(davidbrad@ig.com.br)