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, o God I´m one.

If I´d listen to my momma,
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 have done.
To shun of 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.

[guitar solo]

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 filled his chamber up with lead
and takes his pain to town.
Only pleasure he gets out of life,
is bringing another man down.

[guitar solo]

He´s got one hand on the throttle,
the other on the brake.
He´s riding back to Redwood,
to own his father´s stake.

And me I wait in Charming town,
to gain my love as one.
And 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.