Текст песни Charlie Freak - Steely Dan
Charlie
Freak
had
but
one
thing
to
call
his
own
Three
weight
ounce
pure
golden
ring
no
precious
stone
Five
nights
without
a
bite
No
place
to
lay
his
head
And
if
nobody
takes
him
in
He'll
soon
be
dead
On
the
street
he
spied
my
face
I
heard
him
hail
In
our
plot
of
frozen
space
he
told
his
tale
Poor
man,
he
showed
his
hand
So
righteous
was
his
need
And
me
so
wise
I
bought
his
prize
For
chicken
feed
Newfound
cash
soon
begs
to
smash
a
state
of
mind
Close
inspection
fast
revealed
his
favorite
kind
Poor
kid,
he
overdid
Embraced
the
spreading
haze
And
while
he
sighed
his
body
died
In
fifteen
ways
When
I
heard
I
grabbed
a
cab
to
where
he
lay
'Round
his
arm
the
plastic
tag
read
D.O.A.
Yes
Jack,
I
gave
it
back
The
ring
I
could
not
own
Now
come
my
friend
I'll
take
your
hand
And
lead
you
home
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