Rag Picker Joe Songtext

von Will Dockery

Rag Picker Joe

On a stroll,
Along a Southside dole.
To collect my thoughts,
And learn what I used to know.

Ambling down the street,
Friend to all he meets:
Here comes Ragpicker Joe:

Hey hey man,
You got a pistol in your hand.
Don't go doing the things
We often talked about...

Ragpicker Joe,
It's our lives now don't you know?
It just ain't worth doing all that time...

Sally Sue came back,
Took his cadillac,
Her brothers jacked him up
And left him on the curb.

This is life in the city
We got our ways and our means.
Ragpicker Joe...

He said man,
I got the upper hand,
Gonna win this war
Come high water or ice.

Ragpicker Joe,
Why did you go do
All those things you did?

Ragpicker Joe
Do do do do...
Those things we talked about in jest.

That's the last I seen of old Joe,
He got blown away by the tornado,
An act of God but absolutely just.

Ragpicker Joe
Why did you go do
Things we often talked about in jest?

Ragpicker Joe
Blown away by a tornado
Sad case but what did we expect?

-Will Dockery