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   From: will.dockery@gmail.com   
      
   Ragpicker Joe   
      
   On a stroll,   
   along a Southside dole.   
   To collect my thoughts,   
   and learn what I used to know.   
      
   Ambling down the street,   
   friend to all he meets:   
   here comes Ragpicker Joe:   
      
   Hey hey man,   
   you got a pistol in your hand.   
   Don't go doing the things   
   we often talked about...   
      
   Ragpicker Joe,   
   it's our lives now don't you know?   
   It just ain't worth doing all that time...   
      
   Sally Sue came back,   
   took his cadillac,   
   her brothers jacked him up   
   and left him on the curb.   
      
   This is life in the city   
   we got our ways and our means.   
   Ragpicker Joe...   
      
   He said man,   
   I got the upper hand,   
   gonna win this war   
   come high water or ice.   
      
   Ragpicker Joe,   
   why did you go do   
   all those things you did?   
      
   Ragpicker Joe   
   do do do do...   
   those things we talked about in jest.   
      
   That's the last I seen of old Joe,   
   he got blown away by the tornado,   
   an act of God but absolutely just.   
      
   Ragpicker Joe   
   why did you go do   
   things we often talked about in jest?   
      
   Ragpicker Joe   
   blown away by a tornado   
   sad case but what did we expect?   
      
   -Words: Will Dockery / Music: Henry Conley   
      
   --   
   Music & poetry from Will Dockery & Friends:   
   http://www.reverbnation.com/willdockery   
      
   --- SoupGate-Win32 v1.05   
    * Origin: you cannot sedate... all the things you hate (1:229/2)