BROCKZEMAN: MUSIC
Sweet Charlotte
(Brock Zeman)
Well I ve been hearing whispers
When I go for a drink at night
People are pointing their fingers
From the corners of my eyes
Charlotte s got something to say to me
I can see trouble in her eyes
But hold it hon, upon your tongue
I don t wanna hear about it tonight
Lay me down sweet Charlotte
Roll the cold ground over me
I d rather rot away in my grave then to hear you say
The things you ve been keeping from me
Hang me high sweet Charlotte
Watch me swing and kick at the air
But to hear from you that you ve been untrue
Is a blow I don t think I could bare
Lay me down, lay me down
My friend s have been talking about me
They think I m plain out of my mind
They tell me about seeing Charlotte out
Without me anywhere in sight
There s too much to trouble me lately
To worry about Charlotte now
But my heart just stops when I see her truck
Parked outside some strange house
There s footfalls on the staircase
Then comes a knocking on my door
Before I open it up I can hear someone
Cough and clear their throat
I swung the door wide open
And there s Charlotte standing before me
She tears my insides out when she opens her mouth
And Charlotte begins to speak