Music: Cindy Doire
Oh Charlie Boy watcha gonna do now
The sheriff's caught your scent and
Dakota's back in town
Them crows are gettin' closer and those footsteps are gettin' loud
It seems you're walking down last
Chance Avenue
You got your collar to the wind and not a hair outta place
Storm clouds rage behind your eyes and that scar on your face
You'd never know by your sickle smile
that you're on the wrong side of the chase
But the rings around your eyes are gonna tell on you
I'm still wrapped round your arm like
that bracelet you bought on 5th and main
danglin' in your pocket like your gold watch and chain
I've never asked you any questions you've never told me any lies
how'd you get that blood on your hands tonight
You used to take me dancing at the
Belmont Hotel
Now we're held up in this dive on the outskirts of town
You jump when you hear the telephone
and shades are pulled down
Oh Charlie boy watcha gonna do now
charlie you know I love you that you should have stuck
with the small time stuff
But I know that too good ain't ever true and
just good ain't good enough I hope you
gotta an ace up your sleeve when the going gets tough
And you paid your dues to lady luck
Ever since I was sixteen
we've been thick and we've been thin
And I've stuck to you like those tattoos
you've got carved into your skin
For the last couple of month's
tried my best at being brave
You used to take me dancing at the Belmont Hotel
Now we're held up in this dive on the outskirts of town
You jump when you hear the telephone and all the shades are pulled down
Oh Charlie boy Oh Charlie boy watcha gonna do now
Last night
at half past midnight or quarter past a bad dream
Heard you loading your pistol in the bathroom
while I pretended to sleep
You slipped on your shoes
kissed me on the cheek
Oh Charlie boy what have you done now