| He’s run this town since time begun
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| Like a barrel to the head from a loaded gun
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| He ain’t your friend and he ain’t your foe
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| But take heed now, don’t fuck with joe
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| Takes his hammer, takes a stone
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| Like a moth to a flame he will creep and crawl
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| To the light in the valley where you call it home
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| And break down your door when you’re sleeping sound
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| Takes his cleaver, cuts your throat
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| A cold-hearted killer in a dark black coat
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| Some say he’s the devil, just a bad mofo
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| One thing’s for sure you don’t fuck with joe
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| Well there once was a trucker by the name of clyde
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| Ran a little moonshine on the side
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| He knew damn well who owned that liquor store
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| But no one told him who wrote the law
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| Found tied to a sleeper on the railroad track
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| It was the midnight train that broke his back
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| Ain’t no way to die but then he shoulda had known
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| That he dug his grave when he fucked with joe
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| Sue ray ran a house of ill repute
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| In the old shack down by the black bayou
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| Had ‘em lined up way round the bend
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| I think you know how the story ends
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| Joe fucked her good with a shot to the head
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| Her brains laid out all over the bed
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| He had no right to do the things he did
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| But if you fuck with joe you gonna wind up dead
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| You should’ve never stolen from butcher’s corner store
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| 'cause now you find yourself upon the killing floor
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| His name’s on the wind, footsteps in the snow
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| I warned you three times already
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| I can’t warn you no more
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| So when he takes his hammer, takes a stone
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| Breaks down your door while you’re sleeping sound
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| The light of the moon hits his cleaver to show
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| The red with anger, wild eyes of joe |