C#C# F# C# A wino we called Charley had a pictureG# That he wore around his neck upon a chainC# F# C# But you couldn't see the face in Charley's pictureG# C# Just long brown hair and a poem in the frameC# F# C# We tried and tried to see old Charley's pictureG# But we couldn't even tempt him with the wineC# F# C# His shaking hands would tightly grip the pictureG# C# And he'd recite the poem one more timeC# F# C# You grace this frame the picture of affectionG# While I'm the perfect picture of disgraceC# F# C# And upon your name I'll swear until I'm worthyG# C A I forbid my eyes to look upon your face [Change Key to D, Step UP]D G D Old Charley froze to death one Sunday morningA We found him and I guess you know the restD G D Some-one removed the poem from his pictureA D And the chilling truth lay framed upon his chest (Spoken ? Same Chord Progression as above) As I knelt beside his body the picture Lay there before my anxious eyes And with trembling lips I whispered the words of Charley's poem As I stared into the face of Jesus ChristD G D You grace this frame the picture of affectionA While I'm the perfect picture of disgraceG D And upon your name I'll swear until I'm worthyA D I forbid my eyes to look upon your face
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