Joe

Joe in you, my buddy be
Stay with me when I fall and die
Always thought you'd come rushing in
Clear the shit out of my eye

Joe in you, my buddy be
Lay my enemies out in lines
Come in close now I wash your feet
With my hair I mop them dry

With my hair I'll mop them dry
Something over there I do not like
There's no use to wondering

Joe, you be my buddy, please?
In this hale and day lark time
When I'm trussed in that headache tree
Cut me down with your silver knife

Cut me down with your silver knife
Something over there I do not like
There's no use to wondering