Alba s touto skladbou:
Joan Baez,
Accusatory Poems,
Dead Leaves(A Collection Of Rarities And B-Sides),
Tequila,
Heaven Is For Sale,
The Wrong Side Of Heaven And The Righteous Side Of Hell Vol.2,
Bob Dylan,
Redemption EP,
There is a house in New Orliens
They call him Rising Sun
It´s been a ruin of many poor girls
Today was stoped their crying
The blood of indians bodies
That have stayed hanged on hooks
But their hearts are still beating
And their eyes are stil open
And how tears of kids are falling on the floor
You hear them scream and you se their blood
I try to wake up them I try so long
But I know they already don´t talk
The deamons thah are givin´ you
the kisses that taste like socks
Ohh, post office man be satisfacted
Cos´ this house hasn´t mail-box
Your heart is beating too long and too fast
And you just can not talk
You´re too shocked of Rising Sun
And your mind is falling down
The pirates of north sea
And going here fot the screen
What a poor moment in this time
The pirates visits you for a wine
The crused spirits that did a bistake
And now they can not fight
So the floor was swamped of their tears
They were bitches and their heels were high
I went from New Orliens to New York
To find a better time
But everythinf what I´ve met in New York
was badly then Rising Sun
But New York City was enough
And now I really wanna die!
I´m coming back to New Orliens
To the house of Rising Sun
I´m on the train station
And I´m waiting for a train
I´m coming back to New Orliens
Hoping it won´t be same
I´m coming bach to New Orliens
To see the Rising Sun
I´m coming home to New Orliens
With my guitar and my gun
I´m coming back to New Orliens
With my guitar and my gun
I´m coming home to you my love
And your name is Rising Sun!
There is a house in New Orliens
They call him Rising Sun
And It´s been a ruin of one poor boy too
And I was that one
