I’d heard about Charles Ingram, who used to live in his car beside the A9. One night in 2013 while driving to play a gig in Inverness I spotted his car in the lay-by, began singing, and by the time I got there had worked out a few verses and chorus.
My name is Charles, I live alone,
This broke Mercedes is my home.
I'm on the verge of calling time,
Here on the verge of the A9.
They say that we shall have no martyrs,
They say that home is where the heart is.
Her name's Marie, she's fair and kind,
Though I've heard tell she lost her mind.
But I don't care, cos she's got heart,
And love and soul and joy and art.
His name is Jack, he'll make you freeze,
He'll have you down upon your knees.
He comes with winter, snow and frost,
He counts the days, you count the cost.
So count the blessing, not the curse,
Live for better, not for worse.
Share and care, near and far,
Love and be loved as you are.
Here's to you Charles, to you,
Stay strong, stay true.
Here's to you, my sweet Marie,
Stay true, stay free.