Intro: They call the house the rising sun But the rooms were dark and dingy She packed her bag when the year was done She won't be back again She's a-goin home Back to Carolina Leaving Fiddler's Rim behind her She gave her heart by the harvest moon To a fair-haired half-Comanche But she plum give up on the someday-soons Of a no-good gambling man She's a-goin home (she's a-goin home) Back to Carolina (back to Carolina) Leaving Fiddler's Rim and Diamond Jim behind her Instrumental: