Don't Fuck With Joe
He's run this town since time begun
Like a barrel to the head from a loaded gun
He ain't your friend and he ain't your foe
But take heed now, don't fuck with Joe
Takes his hammer, takes a stone
Like a moth to a flame he will creep and crawl
To the light in the valley where you call it home
And break down your door when you're sleeping sound
Takes his cleaver, cuts your throat
A cold-hearted killer in a dark black coat
Some say he's the devil, just a bad mofo
One thing's for sure you don't fuck with Joe
Well there once was a trucker by the name of Clyde
Ran a little moonshine on the side
He knew damn well who owned that liquor store
But no one told him who wrote the law
Found tied to a sleeper on the railroad track
It was the midnight train that broke his back
Ain't no way to die but then he shoulda had known
That he dug his grave when he fucked with Joe
Sue ray ran a house of ill repute
In the old shack down by the black bayou
Had 'em lined up way round the bend
I think you know how the story ends
Joe fucked her good with a shot to the head
Her brains laid out all over the bed
He had no right to do the things he did
But if you fuck with joe you gonna wind up dead
You should've never stolen from butcher's corner store
'Cause now you find yourself upon the killing floor
His name's on the wind, footsteps in the snow
I warned you three times already
I can't warn you no more
So when he takes his hammer, takes a stone
Breaks down your door while you're sleeping sound
The light of the moon hits his cleaver to show
The red with anger
Wild eyes of Joe
Like a barrel to the head from a loaded gun
He ain't your friend and he ain't your foe
But take heed now, don't fuck with Joe
Takes his hammer, takes a stone
Like a moth to a flame he will creep and crawl
To the light in the valley where you call it home
And break down your door when you're sleeping sound
Takes his cleaver, cuts your throat
A cold-hearted killer in a dark black coat
Some say he's the devil, just a bad mofo
One thing's for sure you don't fuck with Joe
Well there once was a trucker by the name of Clyde
Ran a little moonshine on the side
He knew damn well who owned that liquor store
But no one told him who wrote the law
Found tied to a sleeper on the railroad track
It was the midnight train that broke his back
Ain't no way to die but then he shoulda had known
That he dug his grave when he fucked with Joe
Sue ray ran a house of ill repute
In the old shack down by the black bayou
Had 'em lined up way round the bend
I think you know how the story ends
Joe fucked her good with a shot to the head
Her brains laid out all over the bed
He had no right to do the things he did
But if you fuck with joe you gonna wind up dead
You should've never stolen from butcher's corner store
'Cause now you find yourself upon the killing floor
His name's on the wind, footsteps in the snow
I warned you three times already
I can't warn you no more
So when he takes his hammer, takes a stone
Breaks down your door while you're sleeping sound
The light of the moon hits his cleaver to show
The red with anger
Wild eyes of Joe
Credits
Writer(s): Jed Anthony Walters, Shane Warren Hicks, Andrew James Walter
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