Charlie Songtext
von Justin Curtis

Charlie was a farmer he worked in a northern land
He was as stubborn as his livestock and as tough as his callused hands
A carpenter and a welder a mechanic and blacksmith, too
A Jack-of-all-trades he just did what he had to

AND THE WIND BLOWS COLD ON THE LONESOME PRAIRIE
HEAR IT CALLING OUT HIS NAME
HE FOUGHT THE FROST, THE DROUGHTS AND DAISIES
HE FOUGHT A WIND HE COULD NOT TAME

He took pictures and made movies when he had time to play
He loved guitar and the fiddle and he learned to fly a plane
With his own wheat some rotting fruit and too much idle time
He taught me and my friends about a mean brew we called Grampa′s wine

AND THE WIND BLOWS COLD ON THE LONESOME PRAIRIE
HEAR IT CALLING OUT HIS NAME
HE FOUGHT THROUGH HAIL, THROUGH DUST AND DAISIES
HE FOUGHT A WIND HE COULD NOT TAME


He saw a lot of things come and go in his eighty-six years of living
Horse drawn carts and diesel trucks he saw the taking and the giving
He told me once he could offer only one small piece of advice
He said "Don't go into farming if you′re looking for an easy life"

AND THE WIND BLOWS COLD ON THE LONESOME PRAIRIE
HEAR IT CALLING OUT HIS NAME
HE FOUGHT THE FROST, THE DROUGHTS AND DAISIES
HE FOUGHT A WIND HE COULD NOT TAME

He farmed as long as he could 'til arthritis got him down
Then he auctioned off the tractor and bought a place in town
He told me jokes and he told me stories and tales of his hard work
I knew by the fire in his eyes that he loved that black land dirt

AND THE WIND BLOWS COLD ON THE LONESOME PRAIRIE
HEAR IT CALLING OUT HIS NAME
HE FOUGHT THE FROST, THE DROUGHTS AND DAISIES
HE FOUGHT A WIND HE COULD NOT TAME

AND THE WIND BLOWS COLD ON THE LONESOME PRAIRIE
HEAR IT CALLING OUT HIS NAME
HE FOUGHT THE FROST, THE DROUGHTS AND DAISIES
WITH A SPIRIT YOU COULD NOT TAME

Charlie was a farmer he worked in a northern land
He was as stubborn as his livestock and as tough as his callused hands