Joe

Burning up your hometown streets could
set a fire
for the world to catch
Burn it up, no need to reconcile

Come and see me, i’m your west end
perfect stranger
in america
Lady on that state’s so full of style

Stand up, turn around, beat it out you gotta sound, joe
Swing low and now i know, its hard to let a brother go, joe

The many boots that you have laced could
tell a story
comin night and day
No one said that you would need a crowd

The many lands that you have graced could
make a case that
there is no better make
And now i only see your face in clouds

Stand up, turn around, beat it out you gotta sound, joe
Swing low and now i know,its hard to let a brother go, joe

Stand up, turn around, beat it out you gotta sound, joe
Swing low and now i know, its hard to let a brother go, joe

Tell me so
Do you know
Does it show
When i’m low

And then again, when i feel your love from
far away,
i think of yesterday
I see a family we know how to smile

There comes a time when you must rock
another world and
we will get along
There comes a time when we will walk that mile

Stand up, turn around, beat it out you gotta sound, joe
Swing low and now i know, its hard to let a brother go, joe

Stand up, turn around, beat it out you gotta sound, joe
Swing low and now i know, its hard to let a brother go, joe