Ole Joe

Ole Joe

You tell me Old Joe spent his time,

Say he gave…hell of a fight.

We grew up close, when we were kids

We fought back to back, side by side.

I spent my money on an old guitar

I wore my heart out, on my sleeve.

I’ve been on both sides of the Golden Gate,

That Old Devil will deny, but I believe

I believe in the light, that’s in your eye.

I believe in the fire, in your soul.

I believe your kindness’ never die

Just stowed away, 100 fold.

I spend my time with an old guitar

I wear my heart out, on my sleeve.

I’ve been on both sides of the Golden Gate,

That Old Devil will divide, but I believe.

It comes in the form of your heart’s desire,

A brilliant light, from a ball of fire.

You spend your time, then you’re OLD,

til time divides, bone and soul.

I hope there’s a heaven, but I don’t know,

They say, I won’t need a visa or a ticket to go

the girls are pretty and the beers all free

and there’s a Chevy on the levee, for guys like me.

I’ll spend my time with an old guitar

I’ll wear my heart, on my sleeve.

You may never know, the seeds you sew,

I believe in Grace, for guys like Joe.

You tell me Old Joe, spent his time.