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Charlie’s hands, were like mallee roots tied up with cable
They used to do the business Out on the ground,
Many were the grudges he started and settled
But there was no-one bore witness past the siren’s sound
Like a brick shithouse Head like a brawl
G D Am D Am C
No back step no bullshit I’m told, that just standing near him made others feel tall
Voice like a wheat bag full of lumps of black gravel
Eyes that saw through you and knew when you lied
He made his points like a magistrate banging his gavel
What he said stood not from fear but from light
Like a brick shithouse Head like a brawl
No back step no bullshit I’m told, that just standing near him made others feel tall
At the end of the day, Strong and firm, strong and steady
You gotta know all the angles, read the way the winds change
A man’s not a man by following orders
And deeds speak louder than any words, any day
Like a brick shithouse Head like a brawl
No back step no bullshit I’m told, that just standing near him made others feel tall
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