Legend of Charlie Jones

Legend of Charlie Jones - Lyrics

Album: Mark Searcy, My Color, 2018 
Written by: Mark Searcy Middleton

Let me tell you a story, bout a man named Charlie Jones
Half Mexican, part Cherokee, born down around San Antone
The year, was nineteen hundred and twelve, December it was cold
He stepped onto a dusty floor, of a place they called Trader Joes

Eyes cut across that room, as he hung his coat and hat
He recognized a face, one that haunted his own past
This man was just a sittin’ there, sippin’ gin and shootin’ craps
A smirky smile, devilish eyes, a young lady in his lap, yeah 

Don’t you under estimate the wrath of a man
His stature, his race, even the size of his hands
And cheatin’ on your brother, might soon be a pile of bones
And don’t forget the Legend of Charlie Jones 

You see Charlie had lost his family, his wife and three little babes
To this man called Riley O’Brian, his best friend they do say
Riley looked in Charlies eyes, remembering what he said
But he took too much for granted, didn’t believe in what he said 

Don’t you under estimate the wrath of a man 
His stature, his race, even the size of his hands 
And cheatin’ on your brother, ya might soon be a pile of bones 
And don’t forget the Legend of Charlie Jones
Said don't forget the Legend of Charlie Jones, naw

Nobody knows how it started, so let me take you back
The lyin' man with a cheatin' hand, a six gun did he pack
Charlie carried no powdered weapons, no razors, brass, or knives
He just reached in deep, ripped out his heart, and stole O’Brian’s life 

Now don’t you under estimate the wrath of a man 
His stature, his race, even the size of his hands 
And cheatin’ on your brother, might soon be a pile of bones 
And don’t forget the Legend of Charlie Jones
Yeah don’t forget the Legend of Charlie Jones
I said don’t forget the Legend, don’t forget the Legend
And don’t forget the Legend of Charlie Jones