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 * Charlie Sutton’s Hands (by Mark Grant) **

Of old knotted strong muscle, that did not just come by “happens chance” Charlie’s hands join up - join up with Charlie’s all embracing arms If you knew him those arms would wrap you in his all surrounding charms.
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 * Charlie Sutton’s hands are a vast expressive expanse

Charlie’s face says it all Apparently just standing near him made others stand tall Whether it be for club, community or family Up back or down forward, Charlie “held it steady”.

In 1954, there was a Premiership for the taking Happily it was bluebloods - Melbourne - that got the baking Young Bob Murphy, knows those hands………. A younger Teddy Whitten wasin that’54 doggie band……………..

Charlie’s hallowed ground. Was the Doggies windswept, muddy mound. Always tricky spot for visitors of all types Those constantly changing winds and angles; those red and white fast moving stripes.

Nestled beside the old Footscray corrugated iron Drill Hall That icon almost says it all The lost position on the lost Dougie Hawkins wing Still makes any old “Scragger’s” heart sing

At the end of the day Strong and steady – up back or down forward Charlie would have wanted it that way. There’s not that much left to say Deeds speak louder than any words anyway………… I say Charlie Deeds speak louder than words anyway………………… || G D Am C Charlie's hands, were like mallee roots tied up with cable They used to do the business Out on the ground, Many were the grudges he started and settled But there was no-one bore witness past the siren's sound

Like a brick shithouse Head like a brawl G D Am D Am C No back step no bullshit I'm told, that just standing near him made others feel tall

Voice like a wheat bag full of lumps of black gravel Eyes that saw through you and knew when you lied He made his points like a magistrate banging his gavel What he said stood not from fear but from light

Like a brick shithouse Head like a brawl No back step no bullshit I'm told, that just standing near him made others feel tall

At the end of the day, Strong and firm, strong and steady You gotta know all the angles, read the way the winds change A man's not a man by following orders And deeds speak louder than any words, any day

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But no-one held grudges once the dust had settled We used to walk down those corrugated streets

He didn't have that much to say thought deeds were better than

Charlies hands, used to do the business

Getting the job done was the one thing that mattered

Charlie's hands As hard as gravel in an old wheat bag Loaded gravel mapped out plans

Mallee roots of muscle wrapped in iron bands

Charlie Sutton’s hands Of old knotted strong muscle Charlie’s all embracing arms If you knew him those arms would wrap you

Apparently just standing near him made others stand tall

Doggy Doggy Doggy

An icon though he didn't believe in icons - Know what you believe and do it

Knew all the angles Could read the changing wind

Hold it steady strong and steady

Not that much to say But saw and understood everything Deeds speak louder than words anyway

Old corrugated Footscray

Windy bluebloods

Charlie sang with his hands? Charlie's hands sang

loading his truck with gravel || abide bride buy bite cry climb die dry defy decide fly fight fry glide guide hide light my mine nine nigh night might pie pride pry quiet quite choir tie right ride sigh sight slide sly spy tight try thigh vie why Drop that shoulder, swing that arm, rip it up the guts,