Lyrics:
(We can be like they are) Come on, baby
(Dont fear the Reaper) Baby, take my hand
(Dont fear the Reaper) Well be able to fly
(Dont fear the Reaper) Baby, Im your man
La, la, la, la, la
La, la, la, la, la
℗ 1977 Thousand Mile, Inc., under exclusive license to Virgin Records
Released on: 1977-08-29
Associated Performer, Drums: Hunt Sales
Associated Performer, Bass (vocal): Tony Sales
Associated Performer, Guitar: Carlos Alomar
Associated Performer, Guitar: Ricky Gardiner
Associated Performer, Piano, Studio Personnel, Recording Engineer, Producer: David Bowie
Studio Personnel, Engineer, Mastering Engineer, Producer: Colin Thurston
Studio Personnel, Engineer: Eduard Meyer
Studio Personnel, Mastering Engineer: Greg Calbi
Studio Personnel, Mastering Engineer: Ian Cooper
Studio Personnel, Mastering Engineer: Richard Robinson
Associated Performer, Vocals, Producer: Iggy Pop
Producer: David Robert Jones
Composer Lyricist: Iggy Pop
Composer Lyricist: Rick Gardner
℗ 1973 Columbia Records, a division of Sony Music Entertainment
Released on: 1973-01-05
Flute, Harmonica, Vocal, Composer, Lyricist: Steven Tyler
Guitar: Joe Perry
Guitar: Brad Whitford
Bass: Tom Hamilton
Drums: Joey Kramer
Engineer, Producer: Adrian Barber
Assistant Producer: Buddy Verga
Engineer: Caryl Wienstock
Assistant Engineer: Bob Stoughton
There is a house in Charming Town They call the Rising Son And its been the ruin of many a poor girl And me, Oh God, Im one If I listened to my mama Lord Id be home today But I was young and foolish A handsome rider led me astray Go tell my baby sister never do what Ive done To shun the house in Charming Town They call the Rising Son My Mother, shes a tailor She sewed my new blue jeans My sweetheart hes a rambler Lord he rides an old machine.
Now the only thing a rambler needs is a suitcase and a gun the only time hes satisfied is when hes on the run He fills his chamber up with lead and takes his pain to town only pleasure he gets out of life is bringing another man down Hes got one hand on the throttle the other on the brake hes riding back to Redwood To own his fathers stake And me I wait in Charming Town The game my love has won Im staying here to end my life Down in the Rising Son.