There is a house in Charming Town

They call the Rising Sun

And it's been the ruin of many a poor girl

And me, Oh God, I'm one

If I listened to my mama

Lord I'd be home today

But I was young and foolish

Handsome rider led me astray

Go tell my baby sister

Never do what I've done

To shun the house in Charming Town

They call the Rising Sun

My Mother, she's a tailor

She sewed my new blue jeans

My sweetheart he's a rambler

Lord he rides an old machine

Now the only thing a rambler needs

Is a suitcase and a gun

The only time he's satisfied

Is when he's on the run

He fills his chamber up with lead

And takes his pain to town

Only pleasure he gets out of life

Is bringing another man down

He's got one hand on the throttle

The other on the brake

He's riding back to Redwood

On his father's stake

And me I wait in Charming Town

To gain my love as one

I'm staying here to end my life

Down in the Rising Sun

And I'm staying here to end my life

Down in the Rising Sun