Charlemagne

Lyrics for Charlemagne

Manager is waiting to be paid Along with priests and deacons of his court A quartermaster, quite a mess, a mistress of the line Has found a last cent avenue of pain Mardi Gras just passed this way a while ago Making hungry people of us all Along the Mississippi, you can hear the fiddlers play Fandangos and boleros to the Lord Many trials, many tried Simple stories are the best Keep in mind the wishful kind Don't want to be like all the rest Uncle was a vicar in the big parade Selling fountain pens that never write San Sebastián gamblers never cheat nor lie They know good fences make good neighbours I wish I knew what time of year it was What kind of people will be there When gruesome tales of two cities ran Running all the way Father might have heard his prayers were answered Inhibitions all the way from home Consider now, consider that before the deed is done The blood of consolation runs so true Many times, many tried Simple stories are the best Keep in mind, wishful kind Don't wanna be like all the rest