Mister Charlie

(Once in the country there was a little boy he was wandering away from his, place that he was living. He didn't have no mother, neither no father. So he decided he would try to get out on his own because he figured that the people that he was, around with, there was a little too, cruel to him. So the little kid, he wanted to see some parts of the world and he decided he would, start out on his own. So he left, his home, where, he would call a home. And he goes traveling. He travels for miles and miles, as he; he traveled a good piece, from the place, that he was located.
So he run across a rolling mill. The fact of the business: it was a saw mill. But they called it a rolling mill at that time, because they'd roll the logs down the hill, put 'em on the trolley, and roll 'em on down, and they would cut the first, off, and throw it in the junk there, and let it burn. So Mister Charlie he had, a shack, behind his mill. So he didn't have anything to be in that shack, unless 'n somebody stayed. The little boy he walked up there, and he stood, looking lonesome and 'lorn.
So Mister Charlie say, " Boy, what you doing here? "
He say, " Me me me me me me don't have no home. "
So Mister Charlie say, " Well, wait a minute. I'm busy now. " Mister Charlie went on, doing his work there, and things that he's supposed to do. He looked: the poor little boy was standing in the same position.
He came back there, he say, " Boy, can you work? "
" Me me can work. "
He say, " Well I tell you what: by you not having no home, I got a shack back there. " Said, " If you will stay in that shack and keep this fire from my cured lumber, and keep it from burning my mill burning down, " he say, " I'll give you a home here, long as I got a mill. "
" Th th thank you, Mister Charlie. "
And so, Mister Charlie carried him back there and showed him where, that he could live, you know?
So the little boy was happy with his home.
Mister Charlie lived a few blocks from there: fact of the business. But it wasn't too far that the little boy could run to the house.
So, on Sundays they don't work. But they still got that there throw-away burning away. You know what I mean? And so the little boy he was inside of his little bunk that morning. And he looked out and he seed that the rolling mill had caught a-fire.
The little boy went to running. He run all the way. He didn't stop. 'Cause he was trying. To approve. That he meaned. To do the thing. That Mister Charlie asked him to.
So when he got there Mister Charlie was busy, doing a little old something else. What it was, the little boy don't know. And I don't either. But I know, and the little boy knows, that he was busy. So he patted Mister Charlie on the back, he said, " Mi Mi Mi Mi Mi Mi Mi Mister Charlie! "
Mister Charlie straighted up and looked at him, and said, " Boy, what you want? "
He said, " Yo yo yo yo yo. "
He said, " Well wait a minute. " He says, " I got something to do. You tell me later. "
Mister Charlie turned around and he begins doing what he was doing. The little boy wanted to let him know that it was urgent. It was his time to go. He patted him on his back no sooner than Mister Charlie stooped over, said, " Mi Mi Mi Mi Mi Mi Mi Mi Mister Charlie! "
Mister Charlie straightened up, and said, " Boy, you trying to tell me something. " Said, " Now if you can't talk it, " said, " sing it. " And he said:)
Ohhhhhhhhh
Mister Charlie
your rolling mill is burning down
Oh Mister Charlie
your rolling mill is burning down
He said, I ain't got no water
Mister Charlie say, If you ain't got none,
Just let the rolling mill
burn on down

Mister Charlie say, Boy,
If it ain't no water 'round
Poke your head out the window and let that old
Rolling mill burn on down
He said, Mister Charlie,
do you know your rolling mill is burning down
He says, I can't help you, I can't help you,
Mister Charlie, it ain't no water 'round

The little boy said, Mister Charlie,
Now don't you see
If the mill burn down, that's
Almost the last of me
Mister Charlie said, Don't you worry
Son, listen at me
If the old mill burn down I'm gonna give you another home
Oh, somewhere with me

Mister Charlie
your rolling mill is burning down
He said, Just poke your head out the window
and let that old rolling mill burn down

(The little boy couldn't
help but cry — )

Ohhhhhhhhh
Mister Charlie
I won't have no place to stay
Mister Charlie
I won't have no place to stay
Mister Charlie say, Son, don't you worry
I got a home for you long
as the day
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