Из альбома: Covers
 There is a house in new orleans
 They call the rising sun
 And it's been the ruin of many a poor girls.
 And god, I know I'm one.
 
 My mother was a tailor.
 She sowed my new blue jeans.
 My sweetheart he was a gamblin' man
 Down in new orleans.
 
 Oh mother tell my baby sister
 Not to do what I have done
 But shun that house in new orleans
 They call the rising sun.
 
 Is my one foot on the platform
 The other is on the train
 I'm going back to new orleans
 To wear that ball and chain.