Charlie Franklin

Little Charlie is really a combination of people for me. It’s all about attitude, though it’s a lesson learned and relearned, for most of us, many times.

Me and Charlie Franklin sneaking out across that floor
We want to dance with Susan and there’s bound to be a tug-of-war
I lose my nerve but Charlie’s cool
Susan proves that she’s no fool
As she laughs and chooses Charlie for the chance
Now Charlie’s gonna make that wheelchair dance

Little Charlie Franklin growing up on our street
Through all those years his doctors never thought he’d see
He never could walk, he never could run
He never had any trouble having lots of fun
Charlie runs on something deep inside
Something no doctor could prescribe

Charlie, everybody dies
But not everyone is wise with the time they’re given
Charlie, I just have to bite my tongue
When I hear them say you died to young
I know you’re still living

Little Charlie Franklin didn’t make it to our wedding day
But me and Susan sent the invitation anyway
And it was no surprise to anyone
When the early spring brought us a son
Laughing and dancing into this world he came
And Charlie Franklin will be his name