House of the Rising Sun

There is a house in Charming Town They call the Rising Son And it's been the ruin 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 in old machines Now the only thing a rambler needs 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 And takes his pride 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 break He's riding back to Redwood On his father's stake And me I wait in Charming Town To gain my love as one I'm staying here to end my life Down in the Rising Son I'm staying here to end my life Down in the Rising Son