Hey Joe

Honey, the way you play guitar

Makes me feel so

Makes me feel so

Masochistic

The way you go down low deep into the neck

And I would do anything

And I would do anything

And Patty Hearst

You standing there in front of the

Symbionese Liberation army flag with your legs spread

I was wondering were you gettin' it every night

From a black revolutionary man

And his women

Or were you really dead

And now that you're on the run what goes on in your mind

Your sisters they sit by the window

And all your mama does is sit and cry

And your daddy

Well you know what your daddy said Patty

You know what your daddy said Patty?

He said, he said, he said

Well, sixty days ago she was such a lovely child

Now here she is with a gun in her hand...

Hey Joe, where're you goin' with that gun in your hand?

Hey Joe, I said where you goin' with that gun in your hand?

I'm gonna go shoot my ol' lady

You know I found her messin' around town with another man

And you know that ain't cool, watch me

Hey Joe, I heard you shot your woman down

You shot her down to the ground, you shot her

Yes I did, yes I did

Yes I did, I shot her, I shot her

I caught her messin' round with some other man

So I got my gun, I gave her the gun and I shot her, I shot her, shoot her one more time for me

Hey Joe, where you gonna, where you gonna run to?

Where you gonna run to, Joe

Where you gonna run to ?

Got a cover, I'm gonna go down south

I'm gonna go down south to Mexico

I'm going down, down, down to Mexico

Where a man can be free

No one's gonna put a noose around my neck

No one is gonna give me life, no

I'm goin' down to Mexico, I'm going down

You're not going to hear 'em stand there

And look at the stars as big as holes in the arms

And the sky is like a back drop, like a flag

And I was standin' there in front of that flag

With a car bomb Between my legs

You know, I felt so free of death beyond me

I felt so free, the F.B.I. is looking for me baby

But they'll never gonna find me, no

They can hunt me down like a dog

And I will stay on the run

And they can speculate what I'm feelin'

But daddy, daddy, you'll never know just what I was feelin'

But I'll tell you

I am no little pretty little rich girl

I am nobody's million dollar baby

I am nobody's patsy anymore

I'm nobody's million dollar baby

I'm nobody's patsy anymore

And I feel so free...