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All works by Woody Guthrie are held under U.S. Copyright Law. If you are interested in using a song for publication, recording, performance, or other, please contact the appropriate publisher listed at the bottom of each lyric.

If you have questions, please feel free to contact Anna Canoni at: acanoni(at)woodyguthrie.org


PUBLISHER'S CONTACTS:

TRO-Essex Music Group
Attn: Christina Sayles
266 West 37th Street, 17th Floor
New York, NY 10018-6609
T: 212-594-9795 x24
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Woody Guthrie Publications, Inc.
(Administered by BMG Chrysalis)
Attn: Gregg Barron
6100 Wilshire Boulevard, Suite #1600,
Los Angeles, CA 90048
T: (323) 969-0988
E: info.us@bmgchrysalis.com
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Sanga Music Group
(Administered by Bicycle Music)
449 South Beverly Drive, Suite 300
Beverly Hills, CA 90212 
T: 310-286-6600
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Michael Goldsen Music, Inc.
6124 Selma Avenue
Hollywood, CA 90068


MCA Music Publishing
c/o Universal Music, Inc
2440 Sepulveda Boulevard, #100
Los Angeles, CA 90064
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House of The Rising Sun
Words and Music adaptation by Woody Guthrie

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

If I'd listened to what mama said, 
I'd be at home today.
Being so young and foolish, poor girl
I let a gambler lead me astray .

My mother she's a tailor,
Sews those new blue jeans.
My sweetheart, he's a drunkard, Lord God
He drinks down in New Orleans.

He fills his glasses to the brim,
Passes them around.
The only pleasure that he gets out of life 
Is a-hoboin' from town to town.

The only thing a drunkard needs
Is a suitcase and a trunk.
The only time that he's half satisfied
Is when he's on a drunk.

Go and tell my baby sister 
Never do like I have done.
Shun that house down in New Orleans
That they call that Rising Sun.

It's one foot on the platform, 
One foot on the train.
I'm going back down to New Orleans
To wear my ball and my chain.

My life is almost over,
My race is almost run.
Going back down to New Orleans 
To that house of the Rising Sun.

 


© Copyright Woody Guthrie Publications, Inc. (BMI)
Available on:
Woody Guthrie Sings Folk Songs
Woody Guthrie

 

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