charlie’s theme
I am no stranger to the sun
I work the field until the working day is done
Singing like Sunday for an audience of one
I am no stranger to the sun
And I hit the town like Cassidy
I bet the farm and won it back on seventeen
There ain’t no harm in letting off a little steam
I paid my dues and some
When it comes down to it
I never stood out from the crowd
My shadow’s dark as any sinner’s on the ground
But I pick a banjo like it’s running from the hounds
And I’m waiting for the day (he’s on his way)
When it comes back to me
CHORUS
Soft as the summertime
Hard as living on the line
Cold as an old suitcase
Warmer than a pinch of grace
Dead center in between
The Devil and Saint Augustine
I wore a hole in this old name
Dragged it around until it never was the same
Don’t let ‘em tell you it’s a level kind of game
I played an ace or two (just what he drew)
If you ever knew me
OUTRO
All depends on what you see
If you’re hoping for the best of me