t run no more. Hey Joe, what are you gonna do? Hey Joe, what are you gonna do? Take my pistol, and kill her before I'm through Hey Joe, I heard you
Hey joe, where you goin? with that gun of your hand Hey joe, I said where you goin? with that gun in your hand, oh I?m goin? down to shoot my old lady
a smelly old blanket, With a Navajo wove, There?s a chicken on the table, But you got to say grace, There?s always something cooking at, Old Joe?s
and the lights wee low and i really mean low and i kissed her cheek as we waltzed away i remeber that like it's yesterday boy, was i depressed i can hear her say: "joe
