There is a house in Charming Town
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They call the Rising Son
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It's been the ruin of many a poor girl
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And me, Oh God, I'm one
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If I listened to my mama
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Lord I'd be home today
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But I was young and foolish
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And some rider led me astray
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Go tell my baby sister
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never do what I've done
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To sell the house in Charming Town
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They call the Rising Son
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My Mother, she's a tailor
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She sewed my new blue jeans
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My sweetheart he's a rambler
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Lord he rides an old machine
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 pain 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 breaks
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 lend my life
Down in the Rising Son
I'm staying here to end my life
Down in the Rising Son
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