Lazy was the last thing that he said, but at that point in the story we had lost the thread
We were all afraid he was describing us, his poison was exceptional, his rants could be contagious
Charlie was a drinker who came east, different from the northerners who'd learned to hide the beast
Though he'd never hit you there was always fear, when the man began his slide, no one could interfer
Old man since you've gone, I've moved on but I miss you
Thought you weren't kind, you could shine when you wanted to... Charlie and Annie
Annie was the woman about town, dark red curls, a body that her dress was built around
She could turn the head of any man she met, those who got her into bed were forever in her debt
Annie when you'd leave, I'd believe that you'd gone for good
You'd be a star without Charlie and motherhood...
Charlie and Annie
Charlie and Annie
Charlie and Annie... the saddest story ever told
Our life began in this household
