| Kiss my face and slap me on my hands
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| And if I tumble, please catch me where I land
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| And I won’t look back at where I fall
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| And if I cry out, who’s gonna hear me call?
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| Hey Joe…
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| I tell ya, some folks find it hard to get along these days
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| If this wasn’t my home, I don’t believe I would stay
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| I thought I heard somebody ring my bell
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| I used to know, but now it’s hard to tell
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| Hey Joe…
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| When I’m gone, who’s gonna carry my name?
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| When I’m gone, lordy, who’s gonna carry my name?
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| Ah, when I’m gone, lordy, who’s gonna carry my name?
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| I feel like an old man playing a young man’s game
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| Hey Joe…
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| Lord, look at the people
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| Mmmm, look at the people
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| Lord, look at the people,
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| Standing at the judgement, they got to be tried
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| Standing at the judgement, they got to be tried |