Engine Joe by Slobberbone
Engine Joe lyrics
Why ya gotta go
And sell your soul?
Why ya gotta talk
About Engine Joe
Like he's some guy
In a fairy tale book?
Everybody knows
That he just cooks
Baked beans and brisket
In a barbecue stand
On the dirty side of town
He's a dirty old man
But he likes his job
More than the rest
Who work with him
And consider him the best
Still he wouldn't care
If you called him a rat
But why ya gotta talk
About Engine Joe like that?
In the very same city
On the other side of town
Lives a funny little lady
And a rodeo clown
And she swears she's
Loved him all her life
He promises one day
He's gonna make her his wife
Have a couple kids
And a little plot of land
Open themselves
Up a barbecue stand
Just like Engine Joe
On the other side of town
Funny little lady
And the rodeo clown
Rodeo clown thinks
That Engine Joe is fat
But still he wouldn't talk
About Engine Joe like that
Guitar
Once upon a time
There was a race car racer
And he had himself
A suped up AMC Pacer
It was shaped like a bubble
But it drove really fast
The racer couldn't drive
So the Pacer, it crashed
Got himself a guy with a truck
That could tow her
Still he said he didn't think
That guy could fix its motor
But that guy, he didn't care
He fixed it just the same
I guess that's how
Engine Joe got his name
Now, he wrangles
Beef in a barbecue stand
Ever since the day
That he mangled his hand
He doesn't care
He just keeps on smokin'
Cigarettes and brisket man
I ain't jokin'
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