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,  for 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
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 from town to town
I got one hand on the throttle
The other on the brakes
He's riding back to Charming Town
To own his father's stake
I'm going back to Charming Town
To wear that ball and chain
I'm staying here to end my life
Down in the Rising Sun
Down in the Rising Sun