I was crawling, in need of inspiration So disgusted, aching for a cure Right there in my neighbourhood A spell from the old, dark wood Charlie Owen's slide guitar The usual murmurs, the clinking of the glasses The usual rumours drifting round the bar He made the same mistake twice My tears took me by surprise Charlie Owen's slide guitar Charlie, I can't see your face Your good friends are in disgrace And at the crossroads I am told The devil's waiting for your soul If I ever find my way to heaven I promise I'll throw a party there The band will be from Brazil I know he'll be sitting in as well Charlie Owen with his slide guitar