"Charlie's Last Song" lyrics - LOUDON WAINWRIGHT III

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Old Charlie could drink you under the table,
Old Charlie could sing all night long.
Old Charlie had fun, but his rambling is done,
And this is old Charlie's last song.

Old Charlie would fight, once he hit a policeman -
They throwed him jail 'cause that's wrong.
And when he broke out, the cops took him on home,
And old Charlie, he played them a song.

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Old Charlie made moonshine for the local bootleggers,
Charlie, he had him a still.
And the money he made paid for a good banjo -
You can't make that wage down at the mill.
"but his rambling is done..."

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Old Charlie could never hold on to a dollar -
He got famous, but he never got rich.
And he never amounted to much of a husband,
That banjo playing son of a bitch.

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Old Charlie once said that he had a black heart,
All except a small spot that was red.
If he drinks any more that red spot will turn black,
And Old Charlie at last will be dead.

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