Charlie's Theme

I am no stranger to the sun

I work the field until the working day is done

Singing like Sunday for an audience of one

I am no stranger to the sun

And I hit the town like Cassidy

I bet the farm and won it back on seventeen

There ain’t no harm in letting off a little steam

I paid my dues and some

When it comes down to it

I never stood out from the crowd

My shadow’s black as any sinner’s on the ground

But I pick the banjo like it’s running from the hounds

And I’m waiting for the day (he’s on his way)

When it comes back to me

Soft as the summertime

Hard as living on the line

Cold as an old suitcase

Warmer than a pinch of grace

Dead center in between

The Devil and Saint Augustine

I wore a hole in this old name

Dragged it around until it never was the same

Don’t let ‘em tell you it’s a level kind of game

But I played an ace or two (just what he drew)

If you ever knew me

Soft as the summertime

Hard as living on the line

Cold as an old suitcase

Warmer than a pinch of grace

Dead center in between

The Devil and Saint Augustine

It all depends on what you see

If you’re hoping for the best of me