| Harry and Joe moved south with their wives
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| Enjoying the golden years of their lives
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| But life doesn’t always give back what it owes
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| Suddenly there was just, Harry and Joe
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| Now Joe’d been a teacher gentile and calm
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| Harry, a teamster with a fuse like a bomb
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| Thrown in together by life’s crazy whims
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| That pepper and salt like their unshaven chins
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| Harry and Joe lean to and fro
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| They lean on each other wherever they go
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| Two lonely fighters doing all that they know
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| To get through each day, Harry and Joe
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| Harry and Joe, cheating at cards
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| In a Florida apartment that smells like cigars
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| They brag about grand kids and the wives they love so
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| In the late afternoons of Harry and Joe
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| Harry and Joe lean to and fro
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| They lean on each other wherever they go
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| Two lonely fighters doing all that they know
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| To get through each day, Harry and Joe
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| An ambulance siren from across the backyard
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| Joe looks at Harry and deals out the cards
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| Harry and Joe lean to and fro
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| Like they lean on each other wherever they go
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| What tomorrow may deal them there’s no way to know
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| So they get through today, Harry and Joe
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| They get through each day, Harry and Joe… |