Lyrics:
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Now my ears from a concert they're startin to ring
It wasn't Joe Cocker and it was not Sting
Now I'm on this earth for just one thing
And that's
Promise you don't wanna try that
Yeah
Promise you don't wanna try that
Yeah
Promise you don't wanna try that Yeah
Finna pass the mic to Joe$ya he's finna
mandolin?
It's the chorus
Joe gradually grew meaner
By not changin' his demeanor
But he never did nothin'
Too much for too long
Therefore his life never got
a player, I just fuck a lot
But you know Big Pun and Joe are still down by law
Who's down to fuck tonight?
Hey yo, I'm still not a playa but you still
not a player, I just crush a lot (don't wanna be a player)
But you know Big Pun and Joe are still down by law
Who's down to crush tonight?
I love
a player, I just fuck a lot
But you know Big Pun and Joe are still down by law
Who's down to fuck tonight?
Hey yo, I'm still not a playa but you still
'll happen every
Now and then. You see every driver in
Here knows Big Joe, but let me
Tell you what happened just ten years
Ago, yea it was ten years ago
some help from my friends like Joe Cocker
Stashed it in my locker, but now it's public knowledge
We share the overflow, higher learnin' like college
Ever love but when she's late for school
She hovers to the classroom just to
Spot so she can go
He's there besides some other girl and
How it hurts her
You know that I'm fly I'm a Middlewait
Don't be a Holmes don't perpetrate
You know that I'm fly I'm a Middlewait
Mark Knopfler Joe Cocker and the files
Just twenty short years from the day you were born, you died by the hangman's hand.
Yes, they're hanging Joe Bean this morning, for a shooting that he
Joe, wake up, hello!
Joe, come on, let's go!
Joe, let's roll, don't delay.
Joe it`s time, let`s find our way
Can't you see? I'm getting tired,
was a kid
I’m just tryna get this money wit’ it
If I quit I might let myself down
Aye you gotta pass it pass it (Hey)
Aye hit the jay it’s a gasket
a talker
And I do not have any wheels
But I am a walker
You did it first
But I put the soul in the bitch
Like Joe Cocker
She gone get by
With some help from
me no
I won't let it pass me by
I won't let it pass me by
I won't let it pass me by
I won't let it pass me no
I won't let it pass me by
I won't let it
just enough room to cram the drums
In the corner over by the dodge
It was a fifty-four
With a mashed up door
And a cheesy little amp
With a sign
little freak ass pimp,
But You Know that, I just pack all tracks like a puffy,
Colorodo Bitches aint shit but yuppies.
Wut up, I'm the J-O-E to the Mother
you can have em, swear these bitches just an pass-a-round (Yea yea)
Lah Joe V, Lah Joe V, he got the goods for when the pain come (Yea yea)
My ruga my
Jivin Jack breezed by
Knows what he's gonna do
He's gonna write a letter
And mail it to Sue
You may have seen them dancin'
At the local saloon
I
reminiscent of the Beatles in their later period but with some of the spastic quality of a Joe Cocker.)
Oh it's written in the village rolls
That if one
name Joe
On the wall by the time clock
Joe's beaming from a photograph
Someone drew across his face
The waiters began to laugh
Joe picked up
"Well Billy Joe never had a lick of sense, pass the biscuits, please"
"There's five more acres in the lower forty I've got to plow"
'N' Mama said it was
"Well Billy Joe never had a lick of sense, pass the biscuits, please"
"There's five more acres in the lower forty I've got to plow"
'N' Mama said it was
"Well Billy Joe never had a lick of sense, pass the biscuits, please"
"There's five more acres in the lower forty I've got to plow"
'N' Mama said it was
.jpg/300px-Joe_Pass_(jazz).jpg "Joe Pass")
.jpg/300px-Jarvis_Cocker_(2012).jpg "Jarvis Cocker")
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