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Charlie Pike's

1. Steppin' out Friday night
Going down to Charlie Pike's
Got my guitar and some beer
Going out to Common Ground
Pickers from miles around hang there

Charlie's an institution, making his contribution
Singing and swaying with a mandolin
I wonder if he knows, what an inspiration he's been?

Chorus

I don't care to go to far, I don't care to be a star
All I want to do is play
A stand-up bass slapping time, voices harmonize
In rhyme, music junkies are just that way
All I want to do is play-eeeee

2. Jeffrey was a postal worker, working the
Graveyard shift
Being nocturnal seemed to pay
But as a musician, hell
is not having time to play

Catch him down at Charlie Pike's, stealing time
On Friday nights, with a guitar and some beer
Goin' down to Common Ground
Pickers from miles around hang there

Chorus

3. Listen to the guitars ringing
All around the fiddle's singing
The old wood burner is in full swing

The scent of hard wood fills the air
And bodies sway without a care
The cold outside don't mean a thing

All I want to do is play-eeeee