Bobby 'Blue' Bland
Bobby 'Blue' Bland - Good Time Charlie lyrics
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They call me Good Time Charlie Playboy with a whole lotta soul I said they call me Good Time Charlie Playboy with a whole lotta soul I'm the last of the big time spenders I keep a pocket full of gold Put on your red dress, baby We're going up to Sugar Hill I said put on your red dress, baby We're going up to Sugar Hill Come on, come on If you won't, your sister will Lord, put on your red wig, baby I want you to ball with me Put on your red wig, baby, yeah I want you to go out And ball with me Don't you know the Sky is the limit, baby Little girl, and everything's free Lord, I can make you feel good Just like I said I would Lord, I can make you feel so good Just like I said I would It's all right, oh, lord It's all right Lord, they call me Good Time Charlie Playboy with a whole lotta soul Lord, they call me Good Time Charlie Playboy with a whole lotta soul I'm the last of the big time spenders Little girl, I keep a pocket full of gold Oh, I can make you feel nice