Howdy boys, my name is
Charlie
Born in
Chickasaw
County jail
My father
Albert, he was a sheriff
He shot
Horst, he's dear and quail
I came west to make my fortune
I ain't gonna work in your factories
I married me an
L .A. an gel while I was
pumping gasoline.
She was smart and she was pretty.
She may have been too smart for me.
She graduated with high
honors in her class down at
U .S .A.
And she wrote poetry and painted
She impressed this loud farm boy
Her father,
George, he owned the drugstore
Her name, it was
Marjorie
Malloy
George
Malloy was a pioneer, boys
And he was
Irish to the bone
He smoked a pipe and he
took me mission
Taught me the words to
Ca sey
Jones
I sold his daughter on dreams of glory
Cocktail parties and high -tone cars
In the war I worked in movies
Handing
Oscars to the stars
I build homes in baseball diamonds.
We had two daughters, we had two boys.
A swimming pool and four racehorses.
And I love
Marjorie
Boyle.
I also love the gaming tables.
Poker craps, it's the same to me.
Investing other people's money
Indicted on grand larceny
So here I sit, I'm back in jail, boy
Because I would not cop a plea
Friends and relatives, they vanished
But she never turned on me
I had pockets full of silver I
spread around my wealth and joy
I had it all,
then I had nothing I finally lost
Marjorie, my lord
Hey, but I dealt cards to hop along
Cassidy I played football, I ran track
Forty -eight to six in the quarter -mile,
boys
Old
Charlie
Russell, he don't look back
I could run and I could fight,
boys I knocked out a peepin'
Tom
I drank with stars and baseball heroes
I ended up in a poor folk's home
Outtie boys, my name is
Charlie, and trading horses, that's my game.