Lyrics:
GOIN' DOWN ROCKIN'
WRITERS TONY JOE WHITE, LEANN WHITE
One foot on the mountain, the other one in the stream All kinds of trouble and I'm caught in
more
It's time for a kick ball change
I want to kick up my heels and dance around the world
Take life by the hand and just give it a twirl
Waltz out
I can see an angel walking
Someone else is by his side
I can hear an angel talking
And he looks so satisfied
I can see an angel smiling
By his
Salt Lake, Joe," says I to him
Him standing by my bed
"They framed you on a murder charge"
Says Joe, "But I ain't dead"
Says Joe, "But I ain't dead"
Francis called me Joe
But that is not my name
I told him what it really was
But he lost it just the same
When they made the Francis plan
They
time by clapping their hands
Just as happy as a cow chewing on a cud
When the people beat their feet on the Mississippi mud
Lordy how they play it
need no band
They keep time by clappin' their hand
Just as happy as a cow chewin' on a cud,
When the people beat their feet on the Mississippi Mud.
need no band
They keep time by clappin' their hand
Just as happy as a cow chewin' on a cud,
When the people beat their feet on the Mississippi Mud.
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
Stuck here, wasting time
But I am waiting, knowing I don’t want to be
Just Joe Public
Trapped here, getting by
But I am dreaming, hoping that I’ll
on faces, walk in the wet and cold
And look forward to my growing old
To grow old is to change
To change is to be new
To be new is to be young again
I
that bunch-a kids
And there at that crossroads, was the end of the line
For Big Joe and Phantom 309
But, every now and then, some hiker'll come by
I can't change, I'm a Bad Boy forever
[Chorus]
[Verse 3: Fat Joe]
Now we livin' up in Jersey
In the t.v. in the car got the game on starrin'
gonna start a row and show them how
We paint the town back in Kokomo
They're gonna take a hike through Hitler's Reich,
And change the "Heil"
a sigh
When they know little Joe's passing by
Sometimes the cabin's gloomy and the table's bare
Then he'll kiss me and it's Christmas everywhere
bar
Pretty girls, Jaguar
Who said that money can't by me love
Everybody wants to be a movie star
Everybody can remember who they are
Don't want to spend
dinner 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 throwing somethin'
Oh hello
I am the ghost of Troubled Joe
Hung by his pretty white neck
Some eighteen months ago
I travelled to a mystical time zone
And I missed
but even drink them
I hear he knows how to speak, but doesn't. By choice
I heard that Low Joe only has 30 bucks in his paypal account
But he's too
Scarlet Town in the month of May
Sweet William Holme on his deathbed lay
Mistress Mary by the side of the bed
Kissin' his face, heapin' prayers on his head
hip-hop
take Don Cartagena, as your lawfully wedded husband
Now by the power invested in me, by me
I pronounce you husband and wife
[Fat Joe
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.
A good-bye Joe, you gotta go, me oh my oh
He gotta go-pole the pirogue down the bayou
His Yvonne the sweetest one, me oh my oh
Son of a gun, we'll
Papi, champagne
They know the face and they know the name
Got one watch that could probably pay for like all your chains
And you'd owe me change, ah
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