There is a house in Charming Town
                
They call the Rising Son
                           
It's been [bad word] of many a poor girl
               
And me, Oh God, I'm one

             
If I 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 sell the house in Charming Town
                
They call the Rising Son

                
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 time he's satisfied
is when he's on [bad word] 

He fills his chamber up with lead
and takes his pain to town
the only pleasure he gets out of life
is bringing another man down

He's got one hand on the throttle
the other on the breaks
he's riding back to Redwood
On his father's stake