Malcolm Mooney - Man Named Joe lyrics

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