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name Joe
On the wall by the time clock

Joe's beaming from a photograph
Someone drew across his face
The waiters began to laugh
Joe picked up
happy at all

The clock on the wall says a quarter-to-three
I got people to see
Meet my friend Clive, start drinkin' by five
End up wishin' I weren't
Big tall courthouse, a clock upon the wall
A hammer on the table and a copper on the door
A judge in front and a jury at the side
A judge in front
Don't waste the days when I'm dead and I'm gone
Wind up the clocks, ring around, carry on
Don't gather flowers, dry your eyes, call your friends
For
Up every morning long before day
Cooking her breakfast alone
She quietly dressesĀ 
And pulls up the shade
And sits in the chair by the phone
I'll drive you through
The heart of town

Joe (who is still wearing his housewife costume from when he first picked up sy borg in the closet) adjusts his
on the out-of-work streets
Before he began to understand
Before he began to understand
And Joe got hired by a bowery bar
sweeping up the saloon
As his rag would
I'm moving away from the pain.

Tick.
Tock.
The clock on the wall.
No wonder we're losing time.

Ring.
Ring.
The old church bell.
The bride
I stand alone and watch the clock
I only wait for it to stop
And in the room locked up inside me
The cutout magazines remind me
I sit and wait
I stand alone and watch the clock
I only wait for it to stop
And in the room locked up inside me
The cutout magazines remind me
I sit and wait
Henny wit no chaser, mami don't stop
Throwin up six o'clock, plus I got four hun-nies in the drop
And my man Joe's got the keys to the spot
And it's
on the out-of-work streets
Before he began to understand
Before he began to understand

And Joe got hired by a bowery bar
sweeping up the saloon
As his rag would
ready to pour 'em down
Because at eight o'clock Delilah was a-meeting me there
Well I thought I would have a pour just to loosen up
'Cause we were
I stand alone and watch the clock
I only wait for it to stop
And in the room locked up inside me
The cutout magazines remind me
I sit and wait
Throwin' up six o'clock, plus I got four hun-nies in the drop
And my man Joe's got the keys to the spot
And it's full with hunnies, panties with no tops
up inside with tiny axes
The girl looks up to you from floors she waxes
And speaks to your belt with tears among her eyes
And the clock on the wall
wrangler Joe

We found him there at sun up where old Blue Rocket fell
In some washout twenty feet below
Beneath his horse smashed to a pulphis spur had rung
Henny wit no chaser, mami don't stop
Throwin up six o'clock, plus I got four hun-nies in the drop
And my man Joe's got the keys to the spot
And it's
wit no chaser, and mami don't stop
Throw it up, six o'clock, 'cause I got four hon-eys in the drop
And my man Joe's got the keys to the spot
And it's
roll up my sleeves

She's a bitch
You can't see me, Joe
Get on down while I shoot my flow
She's a bitch
When I do my thing
Got the place on fire,
all knew at a glance
Twas our little Texas strayboy wrangler Joe

We found him there at sun up where old Blue Rocket fell
In some washout twenty
can't swim far away
I never grew
Covered up by you
And nothing grows anyway
Life in a sack is coming back
I'm like the clock on the wall
Roll up in my car, don't stop, won't stop
I'ma keep in rockin' til the clock don't tock
I'ma keep it hot, light my ass on fire
I'ma grab a philly, go
(Joe South)
Oh the games people play now 
Every night and every day now 
Never meaning what they say now 
Never saying what they mean 
Oh they
o'clock
We'd be crumbling
One night
My brother Joe and me
Climbed down the family tree
That grew outside our bedroom window
We ran
Though we knew it