Joe lyrics

Burning up your hometown streets could set a fire

For the world to catch

Burn it up, no need to reconcile

Come and see me, I'm your west end

Perfect stranger, in America

Lady on that state's so full of style

Stand up, turn around, beat it out

You gotta sound, Joe

Swing low and now I know

It's hard to let a brother go, Joe

The many boots that you have laced could tell a story

Comin' night and day

No one said that you would need a crowd

The many lands that you have graced could make a case that

There is no better make

And now I only see your face in clouds

Stand up, turn around, beat it out

You gotta sound, Joe

Swing low and now I know

It's hard to let a brother go, Joe

Tell me so

Do you know

Does it show

When I'm low

And then again, when I feel your love from far away

I think of yesterday

I see a family we know how to smile

There comes a time when you must rock another world and

We will get along

There comes a time when we will walk that mile

Stand up, turn around, beat it out

You gotta sound, Joe

Swing low and now I know

It's hard to let a brother go, Joe