Lyrics:
It was down by old Joe's barroom, on the corner of the square
They were serving drinks as usual, and the usual crowd was there
On my left stood Big
on Sunday; oh by the way,
he said he saw a girl that looked a lot like you up on Choctaw Ridge,
and she and Billy Joe was throwin' something off
She's the lady with the fan
When she comes by, hold your man
She made Smoky Joe so ginny
He forgot about his Minnie
She's the lady with the fan
Goodbye Joe, me gotta go, me oh my oh
Me gotta go pole the pirogue down the bayou
My Yvonne, the sweetest one, me oh my oh
Son of a gun, we'll
need no band.
They keep time by clapping their hands.
Just as happy as a cow chewin' on a cud.
It's a treat to beat your feet on the Mississippi
homeward-bound
Can't you hear them hummin'
Happy times are comin' for to stay, hey
We'll be home tonight by the light of the silvery moon
And my heart's
It was down by old Joe's barroom, on the corner of the square
They were serving drinks as usual, and the usual crowd was there
On my left stood Big
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,
It was down by old Joe's barroom, on the corner of the square
They were serving drinks as usual, and the usual crowd was there
On my left stood Big
It was down by old Joe's barroom, on the corner of the square
They were serving drinks as usual, and the usual crowd was there
On my left stood Big
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,
It was down by old Joe's barroom, on the corner of the square
They were serving drinks as usual, and the usual crowd was there
On my left stood Big
Here I am, baby,
Come and take me,
Take me by the hand.
Show me,
Here I am, baby.
It always ends up this way,
Me begging you every day.
blunts cigar scent
I'm by myself and niggas run they mouths like auctions
To streets my brother
Fefe's my brother
And we stay on point like a fucking
Another head is filled with gloom
They're waiting for Joe
Waiting for Joe
Joe sits waiting by
Book in hand, prayer in mind
Mind is stuck in Candyland
news this mornin'", hmm
"From Choctaw Ridge", yeah
"This morning Billie Joe MacAllister jumped
Off the Tallahatchie Bridge"
Well, papa said to Mama
In a corner by the square
The drinks were served as usual
And a goodly crowed was there
On my left stood Joe McKenney
His eyes blood shot and red
He
The Phoenix
The Phoenix
Aye yo what's good?
Man, this ya guy Lyfe Jennings, once again, man
I just want to start off by sayin', 'Thank you'
the goddamn album (mm-hmm)
Ladies and germs get ready for the Ticallion Stallion (mmm)
A.K.A. Johnny Blaze (mmm)
A.K.A. The Iron Lung (mmm)
A.K.A. Mr.
Choctaw Ridge
Today Billie Joe Macallister jumped off the Tallahatchie Bridge"
Papa said to Mama as he passed around the blackeyed peas
"Well, Billy
to present to you your album
Featurin myself, Joe Budden, hi haters
[Joe Budden]
The time is finally near, it's gettin closer I'm finally scared
(?) that
know the truth so well
It's much too late to worry
That we never had a chance
When Joe the Georgian gets here
We will dance, dance, dance
When Joe
It was down by old Joe's barroom, on the corner of the square
They were serving drinks as usual, and the usual crowd was there
On my left stood Big
It was down by old Joe's barroom, on the corner of the square
They were serving drinks as usual, and the usual crowd was there
On my left stood Big
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