Lyrics:
climbed up in that cab where I
Knew it'd be warm at the wheel
Well at the wheel sat a big man
I'd have to say he must of weighed 210
The way he stuck
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
noise)
Yeah! (Where you get that thang, man?) (By my side)
When you do somethin' to somebody, um (By my side)
It ain't just you, it's somebody next
There's a man on the street
Whose got nothing to eat
And he asks you for a hand
But you pass him aside like
He's on a free ride and he's a con man
Do it like tony did
Long hair bad lil bitch
Cocker spaniel
Two tenderoni chicks
Put a hater on my list
Put a hater on my list and
Checkmate
Checkmate
Frankie's in trouble downtown
But if it was any other man I'd put him straight away
But sometimes when it's your brother you look the other way
Yeah
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
the moon
And meals on wheels
Laughed kindly
When you'd say
There ain't no-one left alive to call me Joe
To call me Joe
No-one left alive to call me
appointed by the state
Oh, Utah justice can be had
But not for a union man
And Joe was warned by summer early morn
That there'd be one less singer in
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
the middle of my salad and steak
Bobby Joe walked in with a couple of friends
And said, "Hey have you heard from her at all man like
Where's she been?"
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
on the bus
No crime, no waits, no hate, no drugs
Give a blanket and a job to people on the street"
An' I thought, "Man, ain't that a place I'd like
on the outside he knows
Low man on the totem's
Wearing giveaway clothes
Joe he fights the good fight
He wears a white uniform
The waiters are all artists
That sleepy little campfire poppin' kinda craklin'
We were heatin' up the pork and beans
Bubba said man it don't get any better than this
If you
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
Huh, hell naw I can't quit,
Hell naw man we got too much money to be getting shot up
Stay down, Grand Hustle
Look, I'm this far from being
When a norther started blowin',
And we called out every man
For it'd taken all us hands to hold 'em in
Well, Little Joe, the wrangler,
Was called
wrote a book you'd be my last chapter
Got me sad like when Joe said this was his last album
I ain't tryna flatter you but nothing else matter
Since she
One, two, uh
One, one
One, two, uh
One, one
M-E-T-H-O-D MAN
M-E-T-H-O-D MAN
M-E-T-H-O-D MAN
M-E-T-H-O-D MAN
Hey, you, get off my cloud
(yes)
It's like that man, it's like that (yes)
Check it
I'm not your average MC with the Joe Schmoe flow
If you don't know me by now, you'll never
already lost the fight, alright)
Misinformation Sam and Joe
Are feeding to the nation
But the one who didn't count counted them out
By exposing all
Quick mud with some Marlboro lights
Waitin' on a old timer by the name of Joe
For a few bucks and some old crow
He'd tow, hell on the gears but good
already lost the fight, alright)
Misinformation Sam and Joe
Are feeding to the nation
But the one who didn't count counted them out
By exposing all
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