Row Joe
Last that's who I found, in the dirty part of town Lost, forgotten with no to go with a bitter taste, outcast by the human race A mask of torture was the face of Row Joe
He walked up to where I on the street Said, "Pardon me Mister, now don't get me I don't want your money heaven knows I could use it"
"But you see is my home and you see The other bar down the street, well my home too I noticed you starin' at me a ago You me, didn't you?"
I said, "Yeah, Joe I who you are You was one time a famous singin' star, one of my favorites"
He said, "Well I guess you heard they my babies away from me" I said, "Yeah, Joe I, I about it in the papers" Then he his head away and I saw the tears fall in the place
And he turned to me and he said, "You know This is the place in the world that I'm not ashamed To show my face, but I'm gonna quit, yes sir I'm quit"
"And I'm gonna shave and comb my hair and get me a clean shirt Then I'm gonna up to her door When she answers I'm gonna stand up real and tall I'm gonna get on my knees"
Then say, "Sweetheart if you'll take me back I'll spend the rest of my life makin' up to you for what I've I'm so ashamed of and this I want you to know"
"Then I'm take my two little babies And I'm gonna hold 'em so to me I ain't gonna let 'em go"
I guess I should've told him then that she'd already again But after what he'd said to me Why there wasn't no way I could add to his So I said, "Good luck, my to you"
Row Joe