Speed The Plow (My Good Old Charlie) Lyrics

Speed the plow my good old Charlie
Better hide their greed, or you'll cross that street
You've got the script, yes you've got the pitch
It's a front-row ticket to step out of the rear

The stakes are high for the whole nine yards
But you hold the plug, yes you've got the thug
Cunning as a fox, oh Charlie Fox
You're not a wheel in this deal
You found the star, you can cut your cigar
Cunning as a fox

Speed the plow my good old Charlie
Better watch your tail, the snake is frail
Just yesterday you were the golden boys
Now the man has doubts, he wants you out

Something's wrong, the winds are strong
You'll hit the ditch if you can't find the witch,
Cunning as a fox, Charlie Fox
Wake up Gould! You're not a fool!
There's a woman in the hall and she wants our cool
Cunning as a fox

Speed the plow my good old Charlie
If you're so clever the game ain't over
To break her spell, to bring back hell
Got to hang him by the feet, look him in the eyes

Cross that line, he'll lose his mind
The rules of the business won't give him no blessing
Cunning as a fox, yeah Charlie Fox
He's been looking for a place, some sort of grace
But all he sees is profit in the trees
Cunning as a fox

Speed the plow my good old Charlie
If there is grace, you've never seen the trace
Never tried to be a better man
Just did your work and left no mark