A Guy Named Joe - (c) Joe Stevens http://www.coyotegrace.com
The wind has come to take me down a notch,
A peg, or a level or two
The swollen moon has got
Her sights set on me too
The devil sun gonna take me higher
Higher than I ever been before
I told my mama, no
I canât take no more
I canât take no more
The wind has come to take me down
To the empty farm where I grew up on the land
I built this childhood for a boy
With my own two hands
I look around, them bony trees
And sunken cows, thereâs almost snow
Nobody knows nothing
Except what me and the crow do know
Who am I to change my life?
Who am I to with form?
Who am I to weather a storm?
But I go slow
I said goodbye to everyone I know
And one morning I awoke
And I was this guy named Joe
The wind has come to take me down to the field
To dream by the light of the moon
No, there ainât no coming home,
No going back, skipping June
I sit by the water down by the freeway
The cotton is hot and the corn is high
Donât know what Iâm going to do
With myself tonight
Who am I to change my name?
Some things will always stay the same
There really ainât no one to blame
Canât expect nobody to live in that pain
But I know you miss me so
I said goodbye to everyone I know
And one morning I awoke
And I was this guy named Joe...
