LYRIC

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The doorbell rang, momma opened the screen door and said come on back, 
never feeling no pain, lots of smoke and dirty jokes between Charlie and Jack…
Waylon and Willie Conway Twitty, we listened to every song, 
Charlie spinning records, and Jack just singing along…
Ain’t nothing like a Saturday night at home. 

Jack’s real crazy, and Charlie he don’t care…
I guess that’s what made them, a hell of a pair…

Momma could fly, she’d dance all night drinking her Bacardi and coke, 
Charlie and Jack loved her more than she’ll ever know…
Charlie was a working man, he earned a bad back while Jack sat back at home…
Everyone put Jack down, but Charlie couldn’t leave him alone. 
… aint nothing like a Saturday night at home. 

Jack’s real crazy, and Charlie he don’t care…
I guess that’s what made them, a hell of pair… 

Jack had the spirit and Charlie had the need, one fall night they took a walk down by the creek…
sat on a log, had a long talk, Charlie said I think I’m done, Jack told Charlie, it’s sure been fun…

Then Jack handed, Charlie that gun…

The story’s been written, and the songs been sung, the pain is forever, the grief weighs a ton… 

Charlie was good man, soft hearted too. There’s a lot about Charlie, that only Jack knew. 

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  1. Sophie

    May 25, 2021 at 3:07 pm

    Great.

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