Lyrics

They're gonna bury Joe tomorrow
That's what I was told
He traded his possessions
For a pot of gold
Never had no education
His trade was shining shoes
But at night he'd play the guitar
Muddy Mississippi blues

The notice in the paper
Said he was 64
His address was an old car
Next to the liquor store
He'd sit in his ole shine chair
And play people's requests
Put a dollar in his cigar box
He'd stop and say God bless

We'd go down to Mama Guidry's
Dollar and a half a plate
Joe sang for his supper
Was mostly how he ate
He'd go to church on Sunday morning
Back again on Sunday night
Joe was born again
He'd sing how he saw the light

He was buried in a pine box
Donated suit of clothes
The preacher at the funeral
Said everyone was a friend of Joe's
I wish'd I'd had some pictures
Of old Joe and his guitar
He's got a mansion up in heaven
Joe traded in his car

Goodbye Joe
Keep on shining