House Of The Rising Sun
There is a house in Charming TownThey call the Rising SunIt's been the ruin of many a poor girlAnd me, Oh God, I'm one
If I listened to my mamaLord I'd be home todayBut I was young and foolishHandsome rider led me astray
Go tell my baby sisternever do what I've doneTo shun the house in Charming TownThey call the Rising Sun
My Mother, she's a tailorShe sowed my new blue jeansMy sweetheart he's a ramblerLord he rides an old machine
Now the only thing a rambler needsis a suitcase and a gunthe only time he's satisfiedis when he's on the run
He fills his chamber up with leadand takes his pain to townthe only pleasure he gets out of lifeis bringing another man down
He's got one hand on the throttlethe other on the brakeshe's riding back to Redwoodto own his father's stake
And me I wait in Charming TownTo gain my love as oneI'm staying here to end my lifeDown in the Rising Sun
I'm staying here to end my lifeDown in the Rising Sun