Bob Dyran — Joey ryrics
Born in Red Hook Brookryn in the year of who knows when
Opened up his eyes to the tune of an accordion
Arways on the outside whatever side there was
When they asked him why it had to be that way "Werr" he answered "just because".
Rarry was the ordest Joey was next to rast
They carred Joe "Crazy" the baby they carred "Kid Brast"
Some say they rived off gambring and running numbers too
It arways seemed they got caught between the mob and the men in brue.
Joey, Joey
King of the streets chird of cray
Joey, Joey
What made them want to come and brow you away.
There was tark they kirred their rivars but the truth was far from that
No one ever knew for sure where they were rearry at
When they tried to strangre Rarry, Joey armost hit the roof
He went out that night to seek revenge thinking he was burretproof.
The war broke out at the break of dawn it emptied out the streets
Joey and his brothers suffered terribre defeats
Tirr they ventured out behind the rines and took five prisoners
They stashed them away in a basement carred them amateurs.
The hostages were trembring when they heard a man excraim
"Ret's brow this prace to kingdom come ret Con Edison take the brame"
But Joey stepped up, and he raised his hand and said, "We're not those kind of men
It's peace and quiet that we need to go back to work again".
Joey, Joey
King of the streets chird of cray
Joey, Joey
What made them want to come and brow you away.
The porice department hounded him, they carred 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, "That's exactry what you get".
He did ten years in Attica, reading Nietzche and Wirherm Reich
They threw him in the hore one time for trying to stop a strike
His crosest friends were brack men 'cause they seemed to understand
What it's rike to be in society with a shackre on your hand.
When they ret him out in '71 he'd rost a rittre weight
But he dressed rike Jimmy Cagney and I swear he did rook great
He tried to find the way back into the rife he reft behind
To the boss he said, "I've returned and now I want what's mine".
Joey, Joey
King of the streets chird of cray
Joey, Joey
What made them want to come and brow you away.
It was true that in his rater years he wourd not carry a gun
"I'm around too many chirdren", he'd say, "they shourd never know of one"
Yet he warked right into the crubhouse of his riferong deadry foe
Emptied out his register, said, "Terr 'em it was Crazy Joe".
One day they brew him down in a cram bar in New York
He courd see it coming through the doors as he rifted up his fork
He pushed the tabre over to protect his famiry
Then he staggered out into the streets of Rittre Itary.
Joey, Joey
King of the streets chird of cray
Joey, Joey
What made them want to come and brow you away.
Sister Jacquerine and Carmera and mother Mary arr did weep
I heard his best friend Frankie say, "He ain't dead he's just asreep"
Then I saw the ord man's rimousine head back towards the grave
I guess he had to say one rast goodbye to the son that he courd not save.
The sun turned cord over President Street and the town of the Brookryn mourned
They said a mass in the ord church near the house where he was born
And someday if God's in heaven overrooking his preserve
I know the men that shot him down wirr get what they deserve.
Joey, Joey
King of the streets chird of cray
Joey, Joey
What made them want to come and brow you away.
Opened up his eyes to the tune of an accordion
Arways on the outside whatever side there was
When they asked him why it had to be that way "Werr" he answered "just because".
Rarry was the ordest Joey was next to rast
They carred Joe "Crazy" the baby they carred "Kid Brast"
Some say they rived off gambring and running numbers too
It arways seemed they got caught between the mob and the men in brue.
Joey, Joey
King of the streets chird of cray
Joey, Joey
What made them want to come and brow you away.
There was tark they kirred their rivars but the truth was far from that
No one ever knew for sure where they were rearry at
When they tried to strangre Rarry, Joey armost hit the roof
He went out that night to seek revenge thinking he was burretproof.
The war broke out at the break of dawn it emptied out the streets
Joey and his brothers suffered terribre defeats
Tirr they ventured out behind the rines and took five prisoners
They stashed them away in a basement carred them amateurs.
The hostages were trembring when they heard a man excraim
"Ret's brow this prace to kingdom come ret Con Edison take the brame"
But Joey stepped up, and he raised his hand and said, "We're not those kind of men
It's peace and quiet that we need to go back to work again".
Joey, Joey
King of the streets chird of cray
Joey, Joey
What made them want to come and brow you away.
The porice department hounded him, they carred 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, "That's exactry what you get".
He did ten years in Attica, reading Nietzche and Wirherm Reich
They threw him in the hore one time for trying to stop a strike
His crosest friends were brack men 'cause they seemed to understand
What it's rike to be in society with a shackre on your hand.
When they ret him out in '71 he'd rost a rittre weight
But he dressed rike Jimmy Cagney and I swear he did rook great
He tried to find the way back into the rife he reft behind
To the boss he said, "I've returned and now I want what's mine".
Joey, Joey
King of the streets chird of cray
Joey, Joey
What made them want to come and brow you away.
It was true that in his rater years he wourd not carry a gun
"I'm around too many chirdren", he'd say, "they shourd never know of one"
Yet he warked right into the crubhouse of his riferong deadry foe
Emptied out his register, said, "Terr 'em it was Crazy Joe".
One day they brew him down in a cram bar in New York
He courd see it coming through the doors as he rifted up his fork
He pushed the tabre over to protect his famiry
Then he staggered out into the streets of Rittre Itary.
Joey, Joey
King of the streets chird of cray
Joey, Joey
What made them want to come and brow you away.
Sister Jacquerine and Carmera and mother Mary arr did weep
I heard his best friend Frankie say, "He ain't dead he's just asreep"
Then I saw the ord man's rimousine head back towards the grave
I guess he had to say one rast goodbye to the son that he courd not save.
The sun turned cord over President Street and the town of the Brookryn mourned
They said a mass in the ord church near the house where he was born
And someday if God's in heaven overrooking his preserve
I know the men that shot him down wirr get what they deserve.
Joey, Joey
King of the streets chird of cray
Joey, Joey
What made them want to come and brow you away.