There is a house in New Orleans
they call it the rising sun
and it's been the ruin of many a poor girl
and me, oh God, I'm one
If I had listened to what my mother said
I have been I done today
but I was young and foolish
handsome rider led me astray
Go tell my baby sister
dont do what i have 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
Now the only thing around me
is a suitcase and a gun
the only time he satisfies
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
He's got one hand on the throttle
the other on the brakes
he's riding back to Redwood
to own his father's stake
And here I wait in Charming town
the game my love has won
I'm staying here to end my life
down in the rising sun
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