Lyrics Good Time Charlie - Bobby Bland

Good Time Charlie

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