Lyrics:
Well I found me a job the other day,
Stay away from Joe he's going to jail,
Just trying to get myself some honest pay,
Stay away from Joe he's going
the honor of a man. Hey Mr. Joe, hey Mr. Joe, will you tell me where to go? Show me what it means to be truly free, and shielded by Lady Justice. Hey Mr. Joe
Joe Clark had a house
Fifteen stories high
And every story in that house
Was filled with chicken pie
I went down to Old Joe's house
He invited me
a hurricane
What a joyous day... but anyway
We don't talk about Sleepy Joe no, no!
We don't talk about Joe No!
Grew to live in fear of Joe stuttering
catch them slipping in the Ali
I don't fight like Joe Calzaghe
One scram, two man on a Kawasaki
Bouncers didn't wanna let me in the club cah' they're
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
Well, Billie Joe never had a lick of sense, pass the biscuits, please
There's five more acres in the lower forty I've got to plow
And mama said it was
out drinking
She was at home tweaking
Daniel best friend is a lab
Mixed with cocker spaniel
He named him lucky after Luciano
Ward robe was hand me downs
Hey Joe, where you goin' with that gun in your hand
Hey Joe, I said where you goin' with that gun in your hand
I'm going down to shoot my
Hey Joe, where you goin' with that gun in your hand
Hey Joe, I said where you goin' with that gun in your hand
I'm going down to shoot my old
Hey Joe, where you goin' with that gun in your hand
Hey Joe, I said where you goin' with that gun in your hand
I'm going down to shoot my
Hey Joe, where you goin' with that gun in your hand
Hey Joe, I said where you goin' with that gun in your hand
I'm going down to shoot my
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and I go one for one on singles
Shooting in the air man I feel like Joe Ingles
She wanna put a name on it but I don't want a ring
Hoppin on a rappin beat
Well, Billy Joe never had a lick of sense; pass the biscuits, please
There's five more acres in the lower forty I've got to plow
And mama said it was
, tryin' to get rid a me
I guess she figured out, I had taken your virginity
She was right, sexin' all day
When they wouldn't let me in, we be playin'
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
up the chatta
Heat up ya mat'ta, then go stick her daughter
I oughta, Joe Cocker your opera
Crowd rock ya, I make you scream 'Oooh ah ah!'
I,
Well in 1919, a legend named joe hill he met his fate, joe said it's pie in the sky, that's a lie
Take more than guns joe said, to kill a man
really impressed, in fact, it goes a little like this:
Love me two times baby
Love me twice today
Love me two times girl
Cause I got AIDS
Love me two
ankles
Oh you real smoove huh?
She hit me wit the move smoove
Cocker spaniel
Cocker Spaniel
I'm bout my benjs
I stay peepin
Every angle
Every Angle
I keep
"Well Billy Joe never had a lick of sense, pass the biscuits, please"
"There's five more acres in the lower forty I've got to plow"
'N' Mama said it was
Well, Billy Joe never had a lick of sense; pass the biscuits, please
There's five more acres in the lower forty I've got to plow
And mama said it was
"Well, Billie Joe never had a lick of sense, pass the biscuits, please"
"There's five more acres in the lower forty I've got to plow"
Mama said it was
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