Lately found my good friend Joe He was coming down hard and slow He hardly said two words to me Head hung down, hands on his knees Joes been playing in a band A spruce top Taylor in his hands And when he plays, that guitar rings Flying over fire with paper wings
Do do do do, dah dah dah dah
Joe and Mary had a son Born on food stamps and a pack of gum Minimum wage, and a Motel rent You do what you do child and you don't repent Mary comes home, it's early dawn Joe's awake, but he's been long gone Baby cries and a siren rings Flying over fire with paper wings
Do do do do, dah dah dah dah
Joe lost Mary in 1991 To a roulette wheel and a loaded gun County took that boy away That still haunts him to this day Joes been playing in a band A spruce top Taylor in his hands And when he plays that guitar rings Flying over fire with paper wings Yea when he plays that guitar rings Flying over fire with paper wings
Do do do do, Dah, dah dah dah
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