Lyrics

Charlie was tough as a turpentine camp
A cherokee from Tennessee
He played the six-string, and he shot the pistol
And everybody would run come see

(chorus)
Him drink the wine and dance on tables
And sing like the birds
He took the poison with killers and kings
He made a sound nobody heard

Rough in the saddle, he did ride
Charlie please keep your wheels on the road
Keep out of Texas, and look out West Memphis
He's just too crazy to know

(chorus)
When he'd drink the wine and dance on tables
Fly so high he never come back
They say he was like heaven on his guitar
But he was hell up on them tracks

Playing one for the red man

(bridge)
Good southern boys ought to know not to move so fast
In a land so keen on crucifixion
The heroes quickly pass

(chorus)
So sing one for Charlie, and play one for the red man
'Cause he knew how to make 'em crawl
He did the Sideways Pony

He was a way-out, on the west side
And I can hear him singing...

He was running on West Memphis time.