This morning I woke up at three
In my leg was a terrible pain.
I was being visited by a horse
And Charlie was his name.
Now Charlie Horse is never invited
But he always stays a while.
And he isn't any fun at all
He's never made me smile.
I remember his first visit
It was after an all night dance.
Yes, I remember well, when he arrived
I almost wet my pants.
These days it seems old Charlie
Visits me a whole lot more.
And even after he is gone
For days I still feel sore.
I asked my doctor about Charlie
He said Charlie comes with age.
I responded "Doc I ain't that old"
My mind was in a rage.
But I guess he's right, I'm getting older
Though it isn't a pleasant thought.
Especially now that Charlie Horse
Keeps tying my legs in knots.
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