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-Im one.
If I’d listened to my momma, Lord Id be home today
But I was young n foolish. And some rider led me astray.
Go tell my baby sister. Never 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 hes a rambler Lord he rides and old machine.
Now the only thing around me 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 Takes his pride to town.
Only blood shows he gets out alive is bringin another man down.
He’s got one hand on the throttle, the other on the brake.
He’s riding back to redwood, on his father’s stake.
And when I wait in charming town, to gain my lovers form.
I’m staying here to end my life down in the rising SON.
Now im staying here to end my life down in the Rising Son
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