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Forest Rangers & White Buffalo - House of the Rising Sun
There is a house in Charming TownThey call the Rising Son (i think "son" fits better than "sun")And it's been the ruin of many a poor girlAnd me, Oh God, I'm oneIf I listened to my mamaLord I'd be home todayBut I was young and foolishA handsome rider led me astrayGo tell my baby sisternever do what I've doneTo shun the house in Charming TownThey call the Rising SonMy Mother, she's a tailorShe sewed my new blue jeansMy sweetheart he's a ramblerLord he rides an old machineNow the only thing a rambler needsis a suitcase and a gunthe only time he's satisfiedis when he's on the runHe fills his chamber up with leadand takes his pain to townonly pleasure he gets out of lifeis bringing another man downHe's got one hand on the throttlethe other on the brakehe's riding back to RedwoodTo own his father's stakeAnd me I wait in Charming TownThe game my love has wonI'm staying here to end my lifeDown in the Rising SonI'm staying here to end my lifeDown in the Rising Son
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