A wino we called Charley had a picture that he wore around his neck upon a chain But you couldn't see the face in Charley's picture Just long brown hair and a poem in the frame We tried and tried to see old Charley's picture But we couldn't even tempt him with the wine His shaking hands would tightly grip the picture And he'd recite the poem one more time You grace this frame the picture of affection While I'm the perfect picture of disgrace And upon your name I'll swear until I'm worthy I forbid my eyes to look upon your face
Old Charley froze to death one Sunday morning We found him and I guess you know the rest Someone removed the poem from his picture And the chilling truth lay framed upon his chest As I knelt beside his body the picture lay there before my anxious eyes And with trembling lips I whispered the words of Charley's poem As I stared into the face of Jesus Christ You grace this frame...Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
