There is a house in Charming town, 
they call the Rising Sun.
And it’s been [bad word] 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 [bad word] 

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.