Man Named Joe - CAN

Like to tell you a story 'bout a man named Joe

He got a head, like a head, like a head like soap

Stands about five feet off the ground

Like a poor man, a poor man is always down

Can’t you see, can’t you see how he runs all quick?

I hope someday he gets hit by a stick

He dropped it down, it dropped him down

He came up, came up cruising in across the ground

He sit down, he sit down, he sit down today

I hope, I hope, I hope, I hope, I hope he can cut his way

Fly, fly, flash with the wind

Good god, good god, good god, never see him

I wonder, I wonder, I wonder, I wonder which way

You cruise the message, the message today

You stick to stick to stick to stick

What did you do about the fix?

How many lost and lost his head

How many men lost and lost his head

How many men, how many men lost his head?

I like to play one more time

Oh, I like to play one more time

Good god, don’t let me down

How say the men underground?

Still bow your head down

For too many times he blows my horn

He says «Come on, come on, come on

Good god, go!»

Too down, look up at the sky

Face to face say goodbye

Hard way to say you’ll stay

Too many men lost and lost his head

Ring, ring two more times

I stay, I stay, I stay for the blast

Home again, home again, taking a job

Hope you can blow your mind you set above

And the horn blows on

Oh, the horn blows on

How the, the horn, the horns blowing on

And the horn, the horn blew, blew

Blew on

Blew, blew, blew, blew

And the horn blew on, on, on