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There is a house in Charming town,
they call the Rising Sun.
And itâs been the ruin of many a poor girl.
And me, o God Iâm one.
If Iâd listen to my momma,
Lord Iâd be home today.
But I was young and foolish,
handsome rider led me astray.
Go tell, my baby sister,
never do what I have done.
To shun of the house in Charming town,
they call the Rising Sun.
My mother sheâs a tailor.
She sewed my new blue jeans.
My sweetheart heâs a rambler,
Lord he rides an old machine.
Now the only thing a rambler needs
is a suitcase and a gun.
The only time heâs satisfied
is when heâs on the run.
He filled his chamber up with lead
and takes his pain to town.
Only pleasure he gets out of life,
is bringing another man down.
Heâs got one hand on the throttle,
the other on the brake.
Heâs riding back to Redwood,
to own his fatherâs stake.
And me I wait in Charming town,
to gain my love as one.
And Iâm staying here to end my life,
down in the Rising Sun.
And Iâm staying here to end my life,
down in the Rising Sun.