House of the Rising Sun - Cover Love

There is a house in New Orleans

They call the Rising Sun

It's been the ruin of many a poor girl

And God I know I'm one

My mother was a tailor

She sewed those new bluejeans

My husband he's a gamblin' man

Down in New Orleans

Oh mother tell your children

Not to do what I have done

Spend your lives in misery

In the House of the Rising Sun

One foot on the platform

The other sat the train

I'm goin' back to New Orleans

To wear that ball and chain

Going back to New Orleans

The race is almost run

I've come to spend the rest of my life

Beneath that Rising Sun