Joe

All that I possess is my existence, vagrant more or less

Children on the pave, mither bad, but help me through my day

This borrowed cigarette, for which my heart will leap and it will laugh

A debt to you my friend, I owe, but I'm afraid I can't repay

Because I'm Joe, the street lamp is my home

From place to place, I like to roam

The cold wind blows right through my bones

The cold wind blows right through my bones

My barrow I gave away, 'cause the muscle which pulled grew weaker every day

This soldier crossed the sea, but now the maker wages war on me

This heart is still so proud, of all the things the soldier once achieved

But when you're a vagrant, man, no one wants to know about such things

Because I'm Joe, the street lamp is my home

From place to place, I like to roam

The cold wind blows right through my bones

The cold wind blows right through my bones

Because I'm Joe, the street lamp is my home

From place to place, I like to roam

The cold wind blows right through my bones

The cold wind blows right through my bones