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A classic that’s been reborn with fire, grit, and leather in its voice. I took this legend and twisted it into my world — cinematic rock, that late-night-bar energy, the feeling like you’re standing between sin and salvation and you don’t know which way you’re gonna fall. This isn’t a cover you’ve heard before. This is the version that was hiding in the shadows. Tap in. Tell me if this hits your chest like it hit mine. LYRICS: There is a house in New Orleans They call it the Rising Sun, And it’s been the ruin of many a poor girl, And me, oh God, I’m one. If I had only listened of what my mama said, I’d be at home today. But bein’ so young and foolish, my Lord, Let a gambler lead me astray. Now, my mother is a tailor, She sews those new blue jeans. And my sweetheart is a drunkard, Lord, Drinks down in New Orleans. Now the only thing a drunken man needs Is a suitcase and a trunk. And the only time he’s satisfied, Lord, is when he’s on the drunk. Somebody go get my baby sister; Tell her not to do, not to do what I have done. But shun that house in New Orleans They call it the Rising Sun. Well, I’m goin’ back to New Orleans; My race is almost run. Yes, I’m goin’ back to spend my life Beneath, beneath, the rising sun.