Transcribed by:

Brian Whitman





(See) C. Brown and he wakes from bed

Brushes his teeth and he combs his head for school

Out the door and down the street

Down a corner a bus and see some friends that he's supposed to meet

But they're not to his surprise

His friends have gone and they've told C a lie



But you can walk on with me

You don't even need to say a word

You don't have to worry about the others



I C (see) him and he runs up fast

Kicks at the air his friends watch him fall and then laugh

Charlie really (?) likes his friends

But in his heart he knows that sometimes a dog is as good as any man

Trying to do as we should

That doesn't always rhyme with doing what feels good



But you can sit in the grass; it feels good

You don't even need to think a word

You don't have to worry - don't worry



Charlie there is drawing a gun

Right there in the square he's catched Lucy on the run

Aims his eye, cocks his head

In a cloud of dust, dear old Lucy's gone

Charlie's only trying the golden rule

Draw unto others as they have been drawn to you



And you can walk on home with me

You don't even need to think a word

You don't have to worry