x_______________________Bob_Dylan_-_Joey
From_Desire_(1976)
No_Capo
Intro:_G__F_____C__G__(play_two_times)
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Born_in_Red_Hook,_Brooklyn,_in_the_year_of_a-who_knows_when
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Opened_up_his_eyes_to_the_tune_of_an_accordion
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Always_on_the_outside_of_whatever_side_there_was
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When_they_asked_him_why_it_had_to_be_that_way,
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"Well,"_he_answered,_"just_because."
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Larry_was_the_oldest,_Joey_was_next_to_last.
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They_called_Joe_"Crazy,"_the_baby_they_called_"Kid_Blast."
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Some_say_they_lived_off_gambling_and_runnin_numbers_too.
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It_always_seemed_they_got_caught_between
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the_mob_and_the_men_in_blue.
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Joey,_Jooooooey,
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King_of_the_streets,_child_of_clay.
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Joey,_Jooooooey,
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What_made_them_want_to_come_and_blow_you_away?
(Intro)
There_was_talk_they_killed_their_rivals,_but_the_truth_was_far_from_that
No_one_ever_knew_for_sure_where_they_were_really_at.
When_they_tried_to_strangle_Larry,_Joey_almost_hit_the_roof.
He_went_out_that_night_to_seek_revenge
thinkin_he_was_bulletproof.
The_war_broke_out_at_the_break_of_dawn,_it_emptied_out_the_streets
Joey_and_his_brothers_suffered_terrible_defeats
Till_they_ventured_out_behind_the_lines_and_took_five_prisoners.
They_stashed_them_away_in_a_basement
called_them_amateurs.
The_hostages_were_tremblin_when_they_heard_a_man_exclaim,
"Lets_blow_this_place_to_kingdom_come,_let_Con_Edison_take_the_blame."
But_Joey_stepped_up,_he_raised_his_hand,_said,_"Were_not_those_kind_of_men.
Its_peace_and_quiet_that_we_need
to_go_back_to_work_again."
Joey,_Joey,
King_of_the_streets,_child_of_clay.
Joey,_Joey,
What_made_them_want_to_come_and_blow_you_away?
The_police_department_hounded_him,_they_called_him_Mr._Smith
They_got_him_on_conspiracy,_they_were_never_sure_who_with.
"What_time_is_it?"_said_the_judge_to_Joey_when_they_met
"Five_to_ten,"_said_Joey._The_judge_says,
"Thats_exactly_what_you_get."
He_did_ten_years_in_Attica,_reading_Nietzsche_and_Wilhelm_Reich
They_threw_him_in_the_hole_one_time_for_tryin_to_stop_a_strike.
His_closest_friends_were_black_men_cause_they_seemed_to_understand
What_its_like_to_be_in_society
with_a_shackle_on_your_hand.
When_they_let_him_out_in_71_hed_lost_a_little_weight
But_he_dressed_like_Jimmy_Cagney_and_I_swear_he_did_look_great.
He_tried_to_find_the_way_back_into_the_life_he_left_behind
To_the_boss_he_said,_"I_have_returned
and_now_I_want_whats_mine."
Joey,_Joey,
King_of_the_streets,_child_of_clay.
Joey,_Joey,
Why_did_they_have_to_come_and_blow_you_away?
It_was_true_that_in_his_later_years_he_would_not_carry_a_gun
"Im_around_too_many_children,"_hed_say,_"they_should_never_know_of_one."
Yet_he_walked_right_into_the_clubhouse_of_his_lifelong_deadly_foe,
Emptied_out_the_register,_said,
"Tell_em_it_was_Crazy_Joe."
One_day_they_blew_him_down_in_a_clam_bar_in_New_York
He_could_see_it_comin_through_the_door_as_he_lifted_up_his_fork.
He_pushed_the_table_over_to_protect_his_family
Then_he_staggered_out_into_the_streets
of_Little_Italy.
Joey,_Joey,
King_of_the_streets,_child_of_clay.
Joey,_Joey,
What_made_them_want_to_come_and_blow_you_away?
Sister_Jacqueline_and_Carmela_and_mother_Mary_all_did_weep.
I_heard_his_best_friend_Frankie_say,_"He_aint_dead,_hes_just_asleep."
Then_I_saw_the_old_mans_limousine_head_back_towards_the_grave
I_guess_he_had_to_say_one_last_goodbye
to_the_son_that_he_could_not_save.
The_sun_turned_cold_over_President_Street_and_the_town_of_Brooklyn_mourned
They_said_a_mass_in_the_old_church_near_the_house_where_he_was_born.
And_someday_if_Gods_in_heaven_overlookin_His_preserve
I_know_the_men_that_shot_him_down,
theyll_get_what_they_deserve.
Joey,_Joey,
King_of_the_streets,_child_of_clay.
Joey,_Joey,
What_made_them_want_to_come_and_blow_you_away?
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