I miss my mama, I miss my woman & kids. I think about all the things from way back then. I miss my mama's apple-pie, shit, I miss getting high & my uncle Sam sending me to die.
He got me looking for Charlie & I don't know who he is. I'm looking for Charlie, I got nowhere else to go.
I used to have a Cadillac. I left it back home. I left my woman, still can hear her moan. There's so much misery, up here with Charlie's company. I wonder if I die, they will still remember me...