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Joe Bean."

Alright. June! June Carter. Let's get June out here
Let's get June Carter and the Tennessee Three back out right now
Last time we were here at Folsom Prison, they were hanging Joe Bean. 
Is Joe still here, Joe Bean? Hang the son of a bitch anyways, right? 

Well,
country man
He'll be singing for Toyota by the fall

(That's not true. John's a patriot. He's not like you. He's a...)

Jesus Christ, it stinks here
Last time we were here at Folsom Prison, they were hanging Joe Bean. 
Is Joe still here, Joe Bean? Hang the son of a bitch anyways, right?

Well,
mandolin?
It's the chorus

Joe gradually grew meaner
By not changin' his demeanor
But he never did nothin'
Too much for too long

Therefore his life never got
and simple for Gypsy Joe and me 
Now Gypsy was my little dog, I found by the road in a ditch 
And so I named him Gypsy, cause that name just seemed to fit 
Oh
Now Gypsy was my little dog I found by the road in a ditch
And so I named him Gypsy cause that name just seemed to fit
Oh and Joe he was my man he was
thing darlin'
I would not do for you
You know I want you see see
I need you by my side
See see rider, ough, keep me satisfied
Oh see see rider, see see
thing darlin'
I would not do for you
You know I want you see see
I need you by my side
See see rider, ough, keep me satisfied
Oh see see rider, see see
Parody of Jackson by Johnny Cash (G. Rogers/E. Weeler), Bexhill Music Corp. (ASCAP)/Quarter Music Inc. (ASCAP)
New lyrics by Cledus T. judd and Chris
freaking out."
M2: "Acid's great man."
Joe: "It's the best."
M2: "Everytime I do acid man, I'm so high."
Joe: "Yeah, oh, you must be flipping out right now
Yeah this one right here goes out to all the baby's mamas, mamas
Mamas, mamas, baby mamas, mamas
Yeah, go like this

I'm sorry Ms. Jackson (oh), I am
Yeah this one right here goes out to all the baby's mamas, mamas
Mamas, mamas, baby mamas, mamas
Yeah, go like this

I'm sorry Ms. Jackson (oh), I am
Yeah this one right here goes out to all the baby's mamas, mamas
Mamas, mamas, baby mamas, mamas
Yeah, go like this

I'm sorry Ms. Jackson (oh), I am
Tuesday morning, 8:15
I was riding to work on the
Jackson Park Express
Seemed like any other day
Then my whole world changed
In a way I never could
[Fat Joe imitating KRS-One]
Wa-ta-ta-tang, wa-ta-ta-tang, tang
Listen to my nine millimeter go BANG!

[sample - "Joe" by Jackie Moore]
Does
(instrumental)

I'm not looking to change your mind,
There's a place, call it home
It's no secret, the world unwinds
Maybe now you're not alone

It's
tell my baby I'm up here in St. Louis
Oh, but I'm just as blue as I can be

Now bluebird, when you get to Jackson
I want you to fly down on Shannon
was a high school grad
Gots to get a job 'cause I was a high school dad
Wish I got paid like I was rappin' to the nation
But that's not likely so here's
[Fat Joe imitating KRS-One]
Wa-ta-ta-tang, wa-ta-ta-tang, tang
Listen to my nine millimeter go BANG!

[sample - "Joe" by Jackie Moore]
Does
tell my baby, I'm up here in St. Louis, oh, but I'm just as blue as I can be

Now, bluebird, when you get to Jackson1, I want you to fly down
was rollin' by...

Give yourself up
We will not harm you
Or hurt you, neither

I said the years was rollin' by . . .

You'll see now!
There
tell my baby, I'm up here in St. Louis, oh, but I'm just as blue as I can be

Now, bluebird, when you get to Jackson, I want you to fly down on Shannon
only the lonely
Little Joe

Oh no here he comes
Laughing with an old joke
Don't you cry

Never do a days work
Nothing of value will ever get hurt
to Jackson Square

I met you on Decatur Street
With your little bare feet and your violin
I was walking by with my guitar in my hand
You smiled at me and I