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Very very new .i have no idea where this one came from.I have always loved story telling song writing.please listen and comment .
lyrics


Wake up Charly and grab your gun.
I'll start drawing water from the well.
Wake up boy ,put your brogans on.
Cause you gotta run and get some help.
The smoke was thick and sweet, already a mile high.
And blacker than the pit of hell.

Why they do it charly.
Why they do it charly.
My momma cried out in vain.
Somebody lite fire to the sugar cane
Somebody lite fire to the sugar cane

3 room shack 30 acre farm.
Was all daddy and momma had.
The railroad needed land, made daddy a offer, he turned 'em down.
I guess that went and made 'em made.
3 nights and 2 long days we fought in the fields.
But in the end the flames won the war.


Why they do it charly.
Why they do it charly.
My momma cried out in tears of rage.
Why did they burn down the sugar cane.
Why did they burn down the sugar cane.

Sugar cane was what kept us feed.
But it was burned black and winter was com'in on.
Daddy grabbed his pistol, jumped on the back of old ed.
Into town him and that old mule rode.

Don't do it charly
don't do it charly.
My momma cried out in vain.
Don't you kill them boys that burned the sugar Cain.
Don't you kill them boys that burned the sugar Cain.

Them railroad men were layed up at a whore house called millys station.
Daddy jacked the hammer back, squared his shoulders.
Walk through the door ,shot them bastards down.
Last time I saw my daddy, he was shackled and bound.
Being loaded on a prison train.

I know why daddy .
I know why daddy.
I cried out in vain
They never should burned down the sugar Cain.
They never shoulda burned down the sugar cane.
They never shoulda burned down the sugar Cain.

Wake up charly and grab your gun........