Harry and Joe - Don Williams

Harry and Joe moved south with their wives

Enjoying the golden years of their lives

But life doesn’t always give back what it owes

Suddenly there was just, Harry and Joe

Now Joe’d been a teacher gentile and calm

Harry, a teamster with a fuse like a bomb

Thrown in together by life’s crazy whims

That pepper and salt like their unshaven chins

Harry and Joe lean to and fro

They lean on each other wherever they go

Two lonely fighters doing all that they know

To get through each day, Harry and Joe

Harry and Joe, cheating at cards

In a Florida apartment that smells like cigars

They brag about grand kids and the wives they love so

In the late afternoons of Harry and Joe

Harry and Joe lean to and fro

They lean on each other wherever they go

Two lonely fighters doing all that they know

To get through each day, Harry and Joe

An ambulance siren from across the backyard

Joe looks at Harry and deals out the cards

Harry and Joe lean to and fro

Like they lean on each other wherever they go

What tomorrow may deal them there’s no way to know

So they get through today, Harry and Joe

They get through each day, Harry and Joe…