There is a house in Charming Town
They call the Rising Sun
And it's been the ruin of many poor girl
And me, oh God, I'm one
If I'd listen to my mama
Lord I'd be home today
But I was young and foolish
And some rider let 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 tailer
She sewed my new blue jeans
My sweetheart he's a rambler
Lord he rides an old machine
He's got one hand on the throttle
The other on the brake
He's riding back to Redwood
To own his father stake
And i'm staying here
To end my life...
Down in the Rising Sun.