Cocaine Charlie - Atlanta Rhythm Section

He had an eye for pretty women

A taste for good cocaine

A fool for easy money

A good time was his game

I never saw him worry

He took it one day at a time

And lived the way he wanted to

Until the day he died

Cocaine Charlie, a dealer in ecstasy

Cocaine Charlie, the life of the party

Now he ain’t nothin' but a memory

Cocaine Charlie, a victim of the seventies

On the south side of Atlanta

In the Escapade Motel

A sweet young thing from Sandy Springs

Was under Charlie’s spell

He never heard the pistol cock

He was caught up in romance

A jealous boyfriend shot him dead

He never had a chance

Cocaine Charlie, a victim of ecstasy

Cocaine Charlie, the life of the party, yes, he was

Now he ain’t nothin' but a memory

Cocaine Charlie, a victim of the seventies

Whoa, Charlie

Cocaine Charlie, a dealer in ecstasy

Cocaine Charlie, the life of the party, yeah

Now he ain’t nothin' but a memory

Cocaine Charlie, may he rest in peace

Rest in peace, Charles