My Joe, he was always my Joe.
Joe said there never could be.
and I reckon we showed it
by the way people talked.
Kids on the street where we'd go
Not alone, you knew that was true
And Joey be longed to Cindy Lou
Are you scared, oh lord, are you scared,
as like a leaf that lost its tree,
as a lone, lord, as a lone?
He's got himself an other woman,
No, Lord, I can't believe it's so.
No, no, don't you let her keep my Joe.
Aunt Joe, throw her back where
You said that all your arms was mine,
You said your arm s was mine,
You said that never could be
And I reckon we showed it
Kids on the street where we'd go
Lord, oh Lord, look down and try to see
O Lord, look down, lift my joe,
Oh, tell my man where to go,
oh, Lord, I call him. on you.