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words and music by Joe Jackson)
Take what you want
But just what you need
For survival

Take what you want
But just what you need
For survival
low and high
Some get rich and others just get by
Bono's off in Africa, he's never around
Country turns its lonely him, Jackson Browne
Jackson
Caesars and Neros
Men of infamy and fame
Now we've got Jo Jo
Have we sunk so low
Guess I've got myself to blame
An eye for an eye
Won't get you by
on the river 
Sliding on by. 
Hard to believe, 
Wink of an eye.

Where'd you go, 
Baby Buffalo? 
What's become 
Of old Cotton Eyed Joe?
Hold up, lying
should've known when you said, "So long"
To run another telephone line
The operator told me said, "Joe, lay low
Before you lose your mind"

I should've
holdin' water, they say old Joe
Will stop and give you a ride, and
Just like you, some hitchhiker will be
Comin' by"
"So here son," he said to me, "get
Well, he tossed me a dime as he pulled her in low
And said: "Have yourself a cup on old Big Joe
When Joe and his rig roared out in the night
In nothin'
at the crossroads was the end of the line
For Big Joe and Phantom 309
But every now and then some higher'll come by
And like you Big Joe'll give 'em a ride
Here have
Hey Joe howdy rianbow
Claustrophobic hour
Sittin by the jewel in the
Crown noisy motor sounds
Go go the cops are comin
You gotta move your cars
Think
the doctor,
"She's very low," he said;
Went back to see my baby
Good God! She's lying there dead.

I went down to old Joe's barroom,
On the corner by
stoop so low
I'm charging them rascals for libel and slander oh!

CHORUS

DJ RAP........
Listen to the thing that I'm about to confess
I hate and I
joe"

Like the time we hit the river
And the rains began to fall
And the water was risin' so damn fast
We thought it'd drown us all
We lost a lot
always be remembered as Kenesaw Mountain Landis 

Fellow named Joe Jackson was a fielder for the Black Sox 
And he always wore his black socks, but he
On a Sunday morn sat a maid forlorn 
With her sweetheart by her side, 
Through the windowpane, she looked at the rain, 
"We must stay home, Joe
just on up the road."

Well, he tossed me a dime as he pulled her in low 
And said: "Have yourself a cup on old Big Joe."
When Joe and his rig roared
to himself and he cussed

He left Sacramento early that mornin'
With a sackful of mail for St. Joe
Had to outrun some outlaws outside Carson City
By
Richard Fagan/Joe Collins, Of Music, Inc (ASCAP/Life's A Pitch/Joe Collins Music (ASCAP)/Foray Music administered by EMI Music (SESAC)

Hey hoe come
BLAH!! Comin through like G.I. Joe
Star Wars movie deal like Han So-lo
Make you bounce around like this was calyp-so
Always shine cause I got the high pro
just on up the road."

Well, he tossed me a dime as he pulled her in low 
And said: "Have yourself a cup on old Big Joe."
When Joe and his rig roared
woman
No, no, no, I won't be back at all
And that's the truth baby
Listen, I'm going, all right
Somebody told me, somebody told me
I'm Joe Jackson, I'm
would be lonely
Cause you, you (made) made (me) me (feel so damn low)
So low, low low, low low, low low

Now take a look at what's happening
This is
woman
No, no, no, I won't be back at all
And that's the truth baby
Listen, I'm going, all right
Somebody told me, somebody told me
I'm Joe Jackson, I'm
On a Sunday morn sat a maid forlorn 
With her sweetheart by her side, 
Through the windowpane, she looked at the rain, 
"We must stay home, Joe
On a Sunday morn sat a maid forlorn 
With her sweetheart by her side, 
Through the windowpane, she looked at the rain, 
"We must stay home, Joe
Honey, the way you play guitar makes me feel so
Makes me feel so masochistic
The way you go down low deep into the neck
And I would do anything,