Lyrics:

There is a house in Charming Town
They call the Rising Sun
It's been the ruin of many a poor girl
And me, oh God, I'm one

If I'd listened to my mama
Lord, I'd be home today
But I was young and foolish
And some 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 thing he's satisfied
Is when he's all drunk

He filled his chamber up with lead
And takes his pride to town
Only pleasure he gets out of life
Is bringin' another man down

He's got one hand on the throttle
The other on the brake
He's ridin' back to Redwood
To own his father's stake

And me I wait in Charming Town
To gain the one I love
I'm stayin' here to end my life
Down in the Rising Sun

I'm stayin' here to end my life
Down in the Rising Sun