| Joey left when he was 16
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| Black leather and blue jeans
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| Too young to take a stand
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| Gang life was like quicksand
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| Pack o' smokes and a bottle o’Jack was
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| A good friend, that didn’t talk back much
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| Young dude on a roll
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| Fast time take a toll
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| Brother was a big shot lawyer
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| Said the street life’s gonna destroys ya
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| Sister was an uptown model
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| Said your whole life’s in that bottle
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| Black sheep, Black sheep
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| Bad boy of the family
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| Two strikes against him from the start
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| Black sheep, Black sleep
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| Livin' life out of the street
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| Paid the price that left a scar
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| Good times and a couple of laughs were
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| Just what, Joe was after
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| Love came ina girl named Jane
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| She tried to keep him tame
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| It’s hard to walk the line
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| Born under a bad sign
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| The city was an ice cold place
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| Pain was written in Joey’s face
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| Lord knows that he was a hard one
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| Switchblade and a .38 handgun
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| Joey got two years in the State Penn
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| He’s coming back
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| But he just don’t know when
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| Doin' time got Joey thinkin'
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| Started prayin' and he gave up drinkin'
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| Parole’s comin' in six months maybe
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| Not knowin' Jane’s having his baby
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| Left jail straight as an arrow
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| Gonna stay on the straight and narrow
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| He loves Jane, and he loves little Joey
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| Lord knows |