about the restitution old
and the promises of the road
and kicked me in the ass,
and I traveled far too fast,
but St. John stayed beside me
to remind me when I am stupid,
which I am a lot of the time.
The day that I claimed one,
among the ghosts of other men
Told me time and time again
They could have used the St. Joe
And everybody needs a St. Joe
You can't have mine, she ain't for sale
Thinking about the restitution owed
And the promises of the road,
the young I see so blindly
That reminds me, I ain't so stupid
Look what I got by my side
Everybody needs a St. John
You can't have mine, she ain't for sale
Sing it with us, here we go
Everybody needs a St. Joe
You'll carry on, your own St. Joe
You can't have mine, she ain't for sale
Go get your own, your own St. Joe