Dear Old Charles
                    
  
                    Hurts to see you old, stubby and grey oh my dear friend, what more do we say  we have lived our lives waiting for this day but now it's here we can't sing or play by old miller creek we used to sit and gaze our life was good, my god it was greatwe lived all these years but this is our last dayso came to join hands, let us sit and pray we have had our times, we have seen the signs like the thorn-bearing trees, the prickly...