The gal I love has fallen for a guy named Joe,
I know she's really fallen 'cause she told me so...
Adrift in this old world, so war-torn and weary,
Someday and somewhere, we'll meet again...
He was born in the light of a kerosene lamp,
In a shack on the edge of town...
Never trust a person that always smiles; life isn't that good. |