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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