Amazing Grace In The House of the Rising Son - Jack Marti

There is tab available for this. If anyone wants it, please PM me your e-mail address and I'll send it to you in the form of 2 jpeg files. Here's my rendition of an old classic. I had heard Amazing Grace sung to the tune of HRS, but I'd never heard the two put together before. It seemed appropriate to me, because it states both the problem (we were lost in sin) and the solution (we're are saved by grace). There is a house in New Orleans They call The Rising Sun. And it's been the ruin of many-a poor boy, And God I know I'm one. Amazing grace, how sweet the sound That saved a wretch like me. I once was lost, but now am found; Was blind, but now I see. My mother was a tailor. She sewed my new blue jeans. My father was a gambling man Down in New Orleans. 'Tis grace that taught my heart to fear, And grace my fears relieved. How precious did that grace appear The hour I first believed. Now the only thing a gambler needs Is a suitcase and a trunk; And the only time that he's satisfied Is when he's on a drunk. Through many dangers, toils and snares I have already come 'Tis grace that brought me safe thus far, And grace will lead me home. Now mother, tell you children Not to do what I have done; To spend your life in sin and misery In the House of the Rising Sun. When we've been there ten thousand years, Bright shining as the sun, We've no less days to sing God's praise Then when we first begun!