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 interfere
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