Lyrics:
man
The river was his only friend
And the folks didn't understand
The man called Ko-ko Joe
(Ko-ko Joe)
He'd eat monkey meat and mashed potatoes
Joe Hill come over from Sweden shores
Looking for some work to do
And the Statue of Liberty waved him by
As Joe come a sailing through, Joe Hill
Joe Hill come over from Sweden shores
Looking for some work to do
And the Statue of Liberty waved him by
As Joe come a sailing through, Joe Hill
an old flame stunnin' lass
And after a few drinks I figured she'd be mine
Met up with a few more friends
And smiles and cheer was all they'd lend
They'd
cutting hairs
With that boy J-o-e, yeah that nigga Joe
I done came through, Big Moe never been no ho
I'm up on this tape, never gonna hate
I'ma come through
cutting hairs
With that boy J-o-e, yeah that nigga Joe
I done came through, Big Moe never been no ho
I'm up on this tape, never gonna hate
I'ma come through
to know him, just come on in
Old Johnny Miller knows the lake by hand
He likes to catch 9 pounders with a line on a can
Sun is just right and the wind is
Flea
Comin out the 3, cuttin hairs with that boy J-o-e
Yeah that nigga Joe
I done came through, Big Moe never been no hoe
I'm up on this tape, never
Old friends
Are the best friends
All my old friends
Are my best friends
Old friends
Are the best friends
All my old friends
Are my best
Hey Joe
Where'd you get that pearly-girly?
Where'd you find that jolly-dolly?
How'd you rate that dish I wish was mine?
Hey Joe
She's got
Hey Joe
Where'd you get that pearly-girly?
Where'd you find that jolly-dolly?
How'd you rate that dish I wish was mine?
Hey Joe
She's got
Hey Joe, where'd you find that pearly-girly?
Where'd you get that jolly-dolly?
How'd you rate that dish I wish was mine?
Hey Joe, she's got skin
be warm
At the wheel sit a big man, he weighed about two-ten
He stuck out his hand and said with a grin
"Big Joe's the name", I told him mine
him mine
And he said: "The name of my rig is Phantom 309."
I asked him why he called his rig such a name
He said: "Son, this old Mack can put 'em
fucking with me
Told my old friends they don't
Mean nuthin' to me
We used to chill but now the
Pussy-boy is cutting from me
He saw the way I whip he had
know he wasn’t your first choice
He sure wasn’t mine
You don’t need to fall in love
But you need to fall in line
And Joe Biden, Joe Biden
Joe Biden’s
him mine
And he said: "The name of my rig is Phantom 309."
I asked him why he called his rig such a name
He said: "Son, this old Mack can put 'em
rock really made a splash
Missing ol' Johnny Cash
Well Johnny Cash was a friend of mine
Knew him well for a mighty long time
Shared the stage for
a showstopper, phantom rocker
All I need's a little help from my friends like Joe Cocker
Hip-hopera, got you non-stop, so call the doctor
Operate on the beat
silver
He can turn your pain into joy because he's a healer
But back to the doe mine old like Joe
Jackson in 2010 ummmm where should I begin
I been
the potential in our body and soul
Probably you know I found mines
Right through the pencil
Started bodying flows, but fuck that
This be the preview of
Primeval
the cream of Deadwood City comes to dine
And I'm glad to say he's a very goof friend of mine
Hi Joe, say, where d'ya get them fancy clothes?
I know, off
Comin out the 3, cuttin hairs with that boy J-o-e
Yeah that nigga Joe
I done came through, Big Moe never been no hoe
I'm up on this tape, never gonna hate
the summertime but when the first snow flies,
Poor old Joe, trusts the almighty dollar to keep his belly warm,
For teachers, preachers, beeches, and such stuff,
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