C. Brown (Live from Atlanta, 1/29/2012)

C. Brown wakes from bed
 Brushes his teeth and he combs his head for school
 Out the door and down the street
 Down to the corner and a bus and some friends that he's supposed to meet
 But there, not to his surprise
 His friends have gone and they've told C a lie
 But you can walk on with me
 You don't even need to say a word
 You don't have to worry about the others
 I C (see) him and he runs up fast
 Kicks at the air his friends watch him fall and then laugh
 Charlie really likes his friends
 But in his heart he knows that sometimes a dog is as good as any man
 Trying to do as we should
 That doesn't always rhyme with doing what feels good
 But you can sit in the grass; it feels good
 You don't even need to think a word
 You don't have to worry, don't worry
 Charlie there is drawing a gun
 Right there in the square he's sketched Lucy on the run
 Aims his eye, cocks his head
 In a cloud of dust, dear old Lucy's gone
 Charlie's only trying the golden rule
 Draw unto others as they have been drawn to you
 And you can walk on home with me
 You don't even need to think a word
 You don't have to worry...