"Kid Charone" genre: Folk Rock
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	Lyrics Kid Charone. Time it was I think it could get known When I was seventeen and barely grown I met up with the man called Kid Charone And them days went on and on And I’d meet him outside the saloon And would you expect me to spend my summers alone He was an outlaw turned killer too And in impatience he let his gun rule And I try here to make no claim for him He used to walk tall and he used to dress loud And one day they caught up and beat him down And I was held back by someone in the crowd And I spent that night wandering alone Thinking about what they done to him I suppose it was then I come up with this creed Oh all our lives are a sacrifice To things we can neither see nor hide They come and tend to bring us back and down I stayed with friends more his than mine And they were good and gentle and kind And the elders and the youngers knew when to let me be He got taken from a courthouse cell And they had on exhibit some shot gun shells And my eyes fill when I think this is all they had He kept it a rule to stay alone To say nothing incriminate no one And that’s how I know he’ll die alone And now you say you want to take my hand Well I have two kids by that man And is it would you want their names to change Casting my mind back to recall for you When I was seventeen and I was blue I met up with the man called Kid Charone Time it was I think it could get know When I was seventeen and barely grown I met up with the man called Kid Charone.

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