The Cooley Gang - Song For Joe
Son of the gun said the angel one by one
Gonna get a little dirt on them hands
Sleep out back in that old plywood shack
Slave to a six pack
Drinking alone in some downtown dive
Dragging my soul out on the street
Had enough and I'm headed for the hills
Follow that zebra through my dreams
Got a lot to do got a lot left to say
Write it down in my little book
Find me a home where the wild ones roam
Write it down in my little book and be free
No one around to pain that scene
Living in the shadows of the woods
The angels sighed and the poet he cried
Out of reach misunderstood
Got a lot to do got a lot left to say
Write it down in my little book
Find me a home where the wild ones roam
Write it down in my little book and be free
So far I've come my father's son
Love as cold as the night is black
Salt of my tears won't make up for all those years
Put them a bottle gonna send them back
Got a lot to do got a lot left to say
Write it down in my little book
Find me a home where the wild ones roam
Write it down in my little book and be free
I'm gonna be free
I'm gonna be free
Written by:
Jason Jaros
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