G
C
G
A wino we called Charley had a picture
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That he wore around his neck upon a chain
G
C
G
But you couldn’t see the face in Charley’s picture
D7
G
Just long brown hair and a poem in the frame
C
G
We tried and tried to see old Charley’s picture
D7
But we couldn’t even tempt him with the wine
G
C
G
His shaking hands would tightly grip the picture
D7
G
And he’d recite the poem one more time
C
G
You grace this frame the picture of perfection
D7
While I’m the perfect picture of disgrace
G
C
G
And upon your name I’ll swear until I’m worthy
D7
G
I forbid my eyes to look upon your face
C
G
Old Charley froze to death one Sunday morning
D7
We found him and I guess you know the rest
G
C
G
Someone removed the poem from his picture
D7
G
And the chilling truth lay framed upon his chest
C
G
As I knelt beside his body
D7
The picture lay there before my anxious eyes
G
C
G
And with trembling lips I whispered the words of Charley’s poem
D7
G
As I stared into the face of Jesus Christ
C
G
You grace this frame the picture of perfection
D7
While I’m the perfect picture of disgrace
G
C
G
And upon your name I’ll swear until I’m worthy
D7
G
I forbid my eyes to look upon your face
C
G
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